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Seedy bars were a plenty on Zorak, the mineral mining planet on the very edge of the Solar System-7X1; they were one of few places where humans, androids, and anthros alike could unwind from long hours slaving away for a company that couldn’t care less about them.

Alex wasn’t one of the unlucky ones who worked in the mines, thankfully, she was staffed on one of the research and exploration vessels that frequently picked up and delivered cargo along the way for extra credits. Each time they docked at one of the mining planets where there was no scientific research to be done, the tigress had a couple of days to spend on them while cargo was unloaded and loaded from the vessel. Since these mining planets were no good for any scientific research beyond what had already been done for the extraction of minerals and fuel, the striped feline anthro found herself more often than not spending the days doing her rounds making sure everything in the medbay was ready just in case anything unfortunate happened to anyone part of the crew, and the nights enjoying drinks and friendly company at local sketchy dive bars whose only form of advertising was a flickering neon sign that clung to a metal pole for dear life by screws that were rusted beyond belief. Sure, the general area where those bars usually were, increased the likeliness of death by stabbing by about 80%, but the drinks were dirt cheap and not half bad. That’s all that really mattered when your main client base just wanted a place to drink their woes away and wipe the soot off their mustaches with something other than tainted tap water.

Alex had been to Zorak a handful of times; enough for the bartender at the fittingly named The Hole to know her drink order by heart, but still call her “Stripes” even though he 100% knew her first, middle, and last names by now.

“Ey, Stripes,” the bartender, a bulky, tall, and scruffy looking human called out to Alex as she scrolled endlessly on her holographic communicator. Her eyes left the holographic projection that came from her wrist and it automatically turned off. The tigress wore a baggy black and yellow jacket that was much too big for her, but kept her protected from Zorak’s elements that were often a little more acidic than her fur appreciated, it had a lot of pockets, too, which made it useful for more than just protecting her delicate fluff and looking cool. She wore a white turtleneck underneath it, which was visible as the jacket was unzipped now that she was indoors. She wore her crew-issued beige cargo pants with them, which also had an impressive number of pockets to hold the various tools any crew member would need on a ship. For Alex, it was mostly LifePacks for the occasional instant healing of a small oopsie, elastic tourniquets for the rare big oopsie, and even morphine injectors for the even rarer giga-fuckups that required a hell of a lot of pain relief before anything could be done. When she was off the ship, she only carried the bandages and the tourniquets, morphine was still a sought-after hard drug, even with much safer and much more pleasure-based drugs available out there. Something, something about how it was the OG and the new stuff could only dream to imitate.

The bartender, a light-skinned human, was dressed in a wife-beater that was covered in splotches of black, brown, and yellow, and similar cargo pants to the one Alex was wearing, but more broken in and closer to cigarette smoke stain yellow than beige in color. He handed the tigress her drink with a smile before he leaned on his elbows over the bar top.

Alex took her colorful drink with a smile; she was probably the only one who ever came in there to order anything other than a cold beer, a nice change of pace for the bartender who actually had a degree in mixology. “Thanks, Red, you make a killer Sunrise.” The tigress took the drink from the human’s hand, brought the clear straw that it came with to her lips, and took a sizable sip. The sourness of passionfruit mixed in with the slight burn of cheap vodka made for a very interesting mix, one that was addictive. Alex found it difficult to drink responsibly whenever Red was the one making her drinks; he was just that good. After swallowing her first sip and trying her best not to make a face in response to the sour burn in her throat, she feigned a cough, set her drink down on the bar top, and brought her gaze to Red as she twirled the clear straw around in the glass. “So, why does everyone call you ‘Red’?” Alex tilted her head to the side curiously and watched as the human stared at her.

Red rolled his eyes, pushed himself from the bar, and grabbed a wet rag to avoid answering the tigress’s question – Alex was one of just a handful of patrons, so there wasn’t anything for him to use that wet rag on. That didn’t stop the human from pretending that there was a spill he had to clean up on the other side of the bar, though.

Alex leaned forward from her barstool and draped herself over the bar and tried to grab the bartender before he got away, but she was just a second too slow and missed snagging one of her claws on his wifebeater by about a hair. She let out a dissatisfied grumble and pulled herself back into her stool. “Oh c’mon! I told you why my brother calls me ‘Can Opener’! Pleeeeeeeeeease? I never ask you anything personal, but I just NEED to know.” She took another sip of her drink and stared in the bartender’s direction, wide-eyed, like a kitten staring at a new toy on a string.

Red was pretty good at ignoring customers when he didn’t feel like dealing with them, but most of them were able to take a hint and seek out the out-of-date Robo-Bartender that only knew how to fetch beers and make simple cocktails at a snail’s pace. But he liked Alex; she wasn’t like the rest of his clientele – he often worried about her, such a pretty girl in a place as seedy as his. He heard her pleas and ignored them for a few seconds as he wiped up a non-existent spill on the other side of the bar. He couldn’t help but snicker when the tigress mentioned the nickname that her brother had for her; it was mean spirited, but man did that Axel have a great sense of humor, he might have made a good stand-up comedian if he weren’t such a dickhead.

With a sigh, he slung the wet rag over his shoulder and walked back over to the tigress who by the time the human was back in front of her again, had already downed two-thirds of her drink. The grey-haired human leaned against the bar with his hands this time, which meant the tigress had to tilt her chin upward to look at him. With nothing more than the dim neon lights that lined the liquor shelf behind the human to light up the space with a warm crimson glow, the tigress’s pupils dilated to let more light in. She stared at Red and waited patiently to hear what he had to say.

“I used to have red hair,” Red shrugged his shoulders at the tigress who he was sure was expecting some sort of epic tale of trials and tribulation that led to his nickname. He expected her to be disappointed, but the look that Alex had on her face was lightyears away from that – she was dumbfounded.

Alex’s mouth was agape, her eyebrows were raised, and her tail that had been swaying from side to side behind her, sweeping dirt and dust across the floor stopped dead in its tracks. If it weren’t for the slight breeze of the air conditioning blowing her ponytail, Red would have thought she had been shot with a stasis gun. She froze for ten full and uninterrupted seconds before she took in a deep breath through her o-shaped mouth.

“Hooooooooooh. YOU WERE A GINGER????!” Alex shouted excitedly. Before Red could do anything to make her keep her voice down, she stood up from her seat and started to reach her hands over to touch the hair on his head that had greyed with age. “How ginger are we talking, daywalker kind of ginger, or full-on Ed Sheeran soulless ginger?”

Red tried to hush the tigress and extended his arms out to stop her from climbing over the bar. Normally, the tigress would have easily been able to overpower him and get a good feel of his silver fox locks, but the kryptonite to a tiger’s unusual strength was alcohol, and the drink that the Doctor had in front of her was not the first one she had gotten her paws on. All Red had to do was grab the tiger by her wrists and lift her back up onto her barstool. Even with her butt back on her stool, he continued to hold her wrists, leaving her unable to attack.

“One, don’t try touching my hair, only my wife gets to do that. Two, Ed Sheeran was one of the greatest musicians of my species, don’t you dare disrespect him like that. Three, do I look deathly pale to you? I was a daywalker, just… My hair was about as red as Ed’s.” the human bartender had a slight look of shame on his face at his admission, but quickly shook it off and smiled at the tigress who sat in her stool, still as wide-eyed as when he first told her he used to be a ginger in his youth. She looked a little goofy with her arms up in the air, which made him chuckle, too.

“Okay, one, I didn’t even know you were MARRIED. Two, Ed Sheeran was NOT one of the greatest musicians of your squishy and hairless people, not EVEN CLOSE. Three, you were a FIERY REDHEAD? You have to dye your hair and show me!!!!!!!” Alex pulled her hands down and her wrists slipped free from Red’s grasp. She then picked up her drink again and took a sip of it. “Oh no, wait, I can get you a wig!!! Will you put it on for me?” Alex started to get overexcited again, which led to the human bracing himself to grab her wrists again, just in case.

“No,” he replied without even an ounce of hesitation.

“Please?” Alex pleaded.

“No,” he was not going to budge.

“Pretty please?”

Red pretended to think about it for a few seconds; he glanced up at the ceiling to really sell it. Alex watched with hope in her eyes and a wide smile on her face that grew wider the longer it looked like Red was considering it. When Alex looked the most hopeful, that was when he brought his gaze back down from the ceiling and smiled at her.

“No,” he reaffirmed. This time, since he was smiling as he said it, it stung a little worse.

The hopeful look in Alex’s eyes faded and she let out a defeated whine. “Ugh… Wow, you are no fun. Imagine how many more looks from the ladies you would get with fiery red hair…” Alex took another sip of her drink until there was no more to sip and she started slurping loudly. She let out a refreshed sigh and placed her glass down on the bar with a loud thud.

Red scoffed at Alex’s words and rolled his eyes. “Zero. And, like I just told you a minute ago, I am married, I don’t need any ladies looking at me, flirting, and trying to get free drinks.” He continued to stare at his little tiger friend with a smile spread across his face, the more her smile faded, the more his grew. He had a bit of a lightbulb moment in his head as he watched the tigress down the rest of her drink. Without even asking her if she wanted a refill, he grabbed her glass and got to making her another Sunrise – as he clinked around behind the bar making her drink, he casually said, “I do have photos I could show you, only if you promise NOT to tell anyone.”

The tigress’s eyes lit up at the mention of photos of the red headed Red of folklore and she quickly nodded and agreed to the bartender’s terms without having heard the entirety of it. “YES, YES, YES! Oh my GOD. SHOW ME.” Alex reached her hands over the bar and repeatedly made grabby gestures toward Red as he walked back to her with her drink refill.

The human handed the tiger her drink; once the glass left his hand, he reached that very same hand around behind himself to slip it into the back pocket on his cargos. He dug around for a few seconds before he pulled out something that Alex had only seen used by people in old media; a physical wallet. She watched with great interest as the human flipped through the leather contraption that was more than likely last produced way before Alex was even born. The wallet was made from real leather (another relic of the past) and had a great patina, with wrinkles and stains in just the right places. Despite its obvious age, since real leather was made illegal just before Elon Musk successfully colonized Mars, the wallet still had a distinct leather smell that faux leather repeatedly tried and failed to imitate. Even with all the technological advancements, getting that “leather musk” just right still had scientists scratching their heads.

Alex’s nose wiggled as she sniffed in the direction of Red’s wallet and took in its natural leather scent. She’d never owned anything made of the material herself, but the ship that she was a crew on was no stranger to contraband. One time, they were paid to smuggle some old leather jackets, none of them could resist trying them on. The good leather smell lingered in the cargo bay for weeks after they had to put them back in the crate and handed them off to the rich asshole who was importing them – lucky bastard.

“You have a leather wallet? How old are you?” Alex let out a snorty laugh and continued to watch as the human fiddled around with it. It took him a good five seconds to pull out the photo that he wanted to show her, being careful not to tear it. Normally, Alex was not someone who would repeat a joke so soon after telling it the first time, but the amount of yummy yummy sippy tipsy juice that she had in her system caused her personal rules of comedy to shift just a little.

Alex pulled her mouth from her straw; “An actual printed picture? Holy crap on a casket, you’re like a hundred.” As she reached her hand out to snatch the photo from the human, he yanked it away and raised a singular brow at her.

“Not. A. Word. To anyone, ya hear?” He was stern, his smile was gone – the former ginger was serious, but there was still a hint of a smirk behind that heavily bearded face. Alex pulled up the pinkie on her right hand extended it toward the human with a smile. “I pinkie promise.”

Red’s green eyes darted down to look at the tigress’s pinkie for a second before he brought his pinkie up and hooked it to hers, sealing the deal. Once their pinkies unhooked from one another, he handed her the photo.

Alex took the photo in her hand and brought it up to her face to get a good look at it. She then held it up to do a side-by-side comparison with the Red of today. Her jaw dropped and Red knew that she was about to say something he was not going to like.

“No,” he preemptively shut her down.

“A-Bu-But.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“You are NO fun.” Alex grumbled and went back to sipping her yummy yummy sippy tipsy drink.

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The next day, Alex woke up with one of the worst hangovers of her life. After drinking almost nine dirty Sunrises at The Hole, had Red not stopped her from ordering her tenth, she would have woken up at the bar instead of in her quarters back on the ship.

“Ugh… Fuck me.” The tigress grumbled as she dragged herself out of bed and across her quarters. She was still in her entire getup from the night before, jacket and everything. She wasn’t quite sure how she got back to the ship and she couldn’t spend too much time thinking about it as her head was throbbing like there was a child throwing a tantrum inside her noggin, slamming its fists against her frontal lobe and stomping all over the other parts of her cranium. She stumbled from her bed onto the cold and grey metal floor that lined most of her room. She let out the groans and grunts of someone who had just been shot as she dragged her feet toward the door and waved her hand in front of the motion sensor that opened it. The door made a loud click as it unlocked and hissed when the hydraulics released.

‘Kssssssssssh.’

Alex walked out into the hallway and headed straight to the med bay where she knew she had a few injections of Hang-O-Vers in a drawer somewhere. Had Alex been able to make her way back to the ship on her own last night, she would have injected herself with one of them before she went to bed.

The tigress made her way to the med bay and waved her hand in front of the door’s motion sensors. The doors slid open with a hiss and she slowly walked through. As she passed through the sliding door, the tigress squinted her eyes at the bright white fluorescent lights inside that nearly blinded her. She waddled by the various medical healing pods and operating tables before she stopped at a desk, sat down in the webbed ergonomic chair that was right by it, and rummaged through the many drawers that doubled as legs for the table. The first drawer was full of unused Post-it notes, the second drawer, full of coffee mugs of different shapes and sizes, and finally, the third drawer had what the tigress was looking for; boxes, upon boxes of the Hang-O-Ver drug. Clumsily, the tigress grabbed one of them, tore its box to shreds, and popped the protective plastic cap off of the single-use injector. The syringe was made of metal and looked like it could substitute as a spare part for a ship, with different pipes and brackets that surrounded the main tube that stored the medicine. The smaller pipes looked like pulsating veins on an erect penis, a fact that the pharmaceutical company behind the medicine leaned heavily into whenever Pride Month rolled around every June.

Its phallic shape angered religious groups, but man were those rainbow credits worth all the protests and cries of those who misinterpreted their preferred religious texts. Hell, even the lesbians (a particularly tough crowd) were happy with it, as once it was used up and the needle was removed, it worked as a pretty good dildo, it even worked with harnesses.

The tigress held the syringe in her hand as she sat in her rolling office chair. She tilted her head to the left to expose her neck, felt around for her one of her jugular veins, and brought the hand that gripped the penis-shaped contraption up to it. She let out a big sigh before she stabbed herself with it and pressed the large button on its end.

The entire syringe chilled up as the liquid nitrogen stored inside the “veins” propelled the drug straight into the tigress’s bloodstream. It made a loud hiss, not too dissimilar to the ones the doors on the ship made whenever they opened and closed.

‘Kassshhhhhhuuuuuhhhhck.’

“Gyuh…” Alex let out a sigh of relief as her pupils dilated and the vein on her neck where she injected the serum pulsed and throbbed with her heartbeat. It bulged from her neck so much that to people unfamiliar with it, they might have thought she was about to go into a fit of roid rage. The bulging vein in her neck disappeared after a few breaths, right as the tigress’s pupils went back to normal.

And just like that, the headache, nausea, dizziness, and dehydration were all gone. Oh, the wonders of modern medicine. Who would have thought that hangovers would become a thing of the past, if you had the means for it. As one of the pharmaceutical corpos once so poetically put it; “You don’t have to be hungover, if you’re not a povo.” Time, technology, and people change; but capitalism will always be capitalism.

With her hangover cured, the tigress let out a sigh, stood up from her chair, and walked over to the biohazard waste bin to dispose of the used Hang-O-Ver; strangely enough, she had no desire to use it as a dildo. The thought did cross her mind once or twice, but she was a much bigger fan of phalluses made of flesh, or platinum silicone at the very least. She tossed the syringe and its packaging into the bin, which then vacuum-sealed itself. Once she was all done, she wiped her hands on the sides of her mulit-pocketed jacket and turned on her heels to walk back to her quarters and get herself showered. She could smell herself, and the smell she smelled wasn’t too good. She needed to wash all that seedy bar stench off of her ASAP.

Just as she turned around to leave, she jumped at the sight of someone standing just a few feet from her with a smile on their face and their wrist in their hand.

“Hi Alex.”

Alex’s fur stood up all over but since she was covered almost head-to-toe, all that was visible was how fluffy and frizzed up her tail became. She almost let out a hiss, but instead stumbled back about a half-a-foot after she landed from her startled cat jump.

“Holy fucking, SHIT, Vel! You can’t be sneaking up on me like that, what if I had something sharp in my hand? I could have stabbed you.” The tigress let out a huge sigh of relief when she realized it was just Velux, her reptilian crewmate.

“Sorry, uhh… This couldn’t wait.” The white and grey snake/lizard gestured to the arm that he was currently holding up by his wrist. Blood slowly flowed from his gash down his arm and dripped onto the sterile and “so clean you could eat off of” white floor. Alex had been too startled to even notice that he was standing there, bleeding.

Velux was the ship’s tech, responsible for most, if not all things that were electric and technological on board the vessel. His job consisted of him troubleshooting things that were way too nerdy for anyone else on the ship to understand; coding, plugging in and unplugging bunches of wires, fixing comms issues, and general electrical woes that happened every now and again. Coding was what he spent most of his time doing, though, he’d sit around in different parts of the ship with his tablet or computer plugged into some terminal tippy typing away with earbuds blasting whatever the latest trend in music was. So, the fact that he had a cut on his arm that looked incredibly deep was concerning. You can’t get a cut that deep from coding.

“Jesus, Vel.” Alex said as she looked at the cut on his arm that was about four inches long and a good inch and a half deep. She quickly placed her hands on the lizard’s shoulders and guided him over to the non-emergency operating table on the far side of the room. Blood continued to flow from the cold-blooded crewmate’s wound and dripped all over the floor as he was guided to the table. With a soft grunt, he hopped onto the table and sat on it with his legs hung over the side. Alex gave his flesh wound another good look before she shimmied herself out of her jacket and walked over to drape it over the office chair that she had been sitting in earlier. She quickly snatched one of her white lab coats, slipped it on, walked over to wash her hands, and quickly whipped up a sterile field with cotton balls, saline, and iodine. She slipped her hands into a fresh pair of sterile rubber gloves and snapped the ends against her wrists once her fingers slid into them fully. She then made her way back to her reptilian friend with a slightly annoyed look on her face, which worried the lizard boy just a little bit.

The tigress pulled out a small rolling table, placed the tray that she had prepped with all the tools she needed to clean his wound up onto it and used her foot to pull a rolling stool out from a row of them to sit down on. She then rolled up to the lizard, took his arm into her hand, and took an up-close look at his injury.

She grabbed a pair of tweezers with one hand and used it to dip one of the cotton swabs in saline. She held it up in her hand as she redirected her gaze from the lizard’s wound to his face.

“Care to tell me how you managed this? Or is it too embarrassing?” Alex snickered before she gently pressed the cotton ball repeatedly along the cut on his arm, absorbing the blood that still flowed from him and the blood that stained his scales. The bleeding wasn’t too bad for a wound of that caliber, Velux must have applied pressure to it as he walked from wherever the accident happened to find Alex, plus, reptiles were known for their exceptional healing abilities, nothing instant, but surely much faster than any mammal could heal.

Velux watched as Alex cleaned up his cut and let out a slightly frustrated sigh when she asked him how he managed to get it. “I got my arm snagged on the jagged edge of the communication terminal access panel and I panicked, thought my arm was stuck forever, yanked it out, and y’know…” The lizard winced just retelling it, but he barely reacted at all as the tigress doused his cut with saline to clean up his wound.

“At least you didn’t slip on buttered toast and stab yourself with a butter knife like Cap did.” Alex laughed as she squeezed a generous splash of iodine solution into Velux’s wound. She then grabbed a new cotton ball to dab at the wound and clean away the excess – she tried her best to be gentle, but she accidentally went a little too hard around the middle of the cut and caused the lizard to wince and jolt just enough for the tigress to stop.

“Ssssss.. Ow!” the lizard squinted his eyes shut and yanked his arm slightly away from the tigress. The tigress was fast, though, and was able to grab hold of his arm before he pulled it too far away.

“Sorry, sorry, but it’s deep and I need to get all up in there before I can put the LifePack on it,” the tigress let out a soft apologetic chuckle, and gave the lizard a look before she continued cleaning his wound the rest of the way. Once she was done, she placed the tweezers down on the sterile tray and tossed the used cotton balls into the nearby biohazard waste bin.

Velux stared at Alex’s face as she cleaned him up, once she was done, he finally took his gaze away from her face to look down at his arm, which already looked significantly better. There was still a big ole’ gash in it, but with most of the blood wiped away, it was a lot closer to PG-13 than R-Rated.

The lizard thought about what the tigress said for a second and furrowed his brows. “Wait, did you just say the Cap slipped on buttered toast and stabbed himself?” The lizard looked like he was holding back his laughter, but a smile still crept out of the corners of his mouth. Alex had forgotten that the Captain had told her to keep his little accident a secret; she panicked internally, trying desperately to think of a way to get herself out of her slip-up. When she couldn’t think of one, she let out a sigh, chuckled, and nodded. “You remember that time he said he fought off a looter trying to board us on Earth?” Alex asked the lizard with a raised brow as she rolled her chair backward to one of the see-through fridges that the ship’s LifePack supply was kept. She slid open the door, grabbed one of the white unmarked vacuum-sealed packets, and closed the fridge door with her tail as she rolled her way back to her patient.

She tore open the pack with her teeth and pulled out what looked like a giant white bandage with a blue glow on one side and a big red “Activate” button on the other. As Alex got closer to the lizard on the operating table, she peeled the clear protective film on the blue part of the LifePack off, and once she reached him, she gently placed it blue-side down against his wounded arm. The blue gel-like substance was a little cold to the touch and sent a shiver down the lizard’s spine as it was placed against him. The tigress ran her thumbs around the edges of the LifePack to get it stuck to the lizard’s scales and once it was securely in place, she hovered her fingers over the big red button, looked up at her friend’s face, and smiled the way doctors did when they were just about to inject you with a needle the size of a milkshake straw after telling you “It’s not going to hurt”.

“This’ll sting just a little.” At least the tigress didn’t lie.

She didn’t leave any time for the lizard to react, a little habit she picked up to deal with patients who were prone to changing their minds last minute. Once her thumb pressed into the button, the patch heated up and released a cold mist as its medicinal properties were applied directly to the lizard’s scales.

Velux let out a little yelp as he felt a sharp pain in his arm; without the adrenaline, it felt worse than when he sliced it open. The pain only lasted for two seconds, though, as the numbing properties of whatever concoction of chemicals that the LifePack was made of did its magic.

Alex kept her hands firmly against the LifePack just in case the lizard’s reflexes kicked in and he tried ripping it off. It only took a few seconds for the marvel of medicine to work its magic, but you’d be amazed at what someone running on pure instinct from pain could do in just a handful of seconds. The tigress counted up to ten in her head but waited a few more seconds just to make sure that the wound was fully healed before she slowly and gently removed the patch. It peeled from Velux’s scales like the wrapper of a Snickers bar that had been out on a hot summer’s day. Although the sticky residue left behind wasn’t chocolate, but instead a gross blue and goopy mess. The tigress used another one of her sterile cotton balls to wipe away the stickiness, and made a gesture that magicians would do at their shows, only her wand was the big forceps she had holding the goop-stained cotton ball.

“And a-voila, you are healed, my child,” Alex let out a chuckle and turned around to throw the cotton ball into the trash. She then dropped her tools back onto the tray, placed her gloved hands on her thighs, and smiled tiredly at the lizard. “Next time, maybe cut yourself a little later in the day? Or you know, don’t cut yourself at all.” The tigress yawned toward the end of her sentence, which made her words sound a little bit distorted.

Velux watched as the LifePack was removed from his arm to reveal that his cut had completely healed without leaving even the slightest hint of a scar behind. It wasn’t the first time that the lizard tech whizz was on the receiving end of a LifePack, but no matter if it was his first, fifth, or tenth time being blue-gooed, it always amazed him; and he was a reptile who had naturally enhanced and accelerated healing. You know science has gotten to a good point when you can barely distinguish between it and magic.

“Thanks, Alex, you are a life saver. We’d all be dead if you weren’t on board.” The lizard joked as he gave his arm a good look. He was just about to push himself off the operating table and onto his feet when he spotted a piece of the Hang-O-Ver box that the tigress tore through earlier.

“Drank too many negronis last night?” he teased the tigress as she did her open-mouth yawn. He found himself staring right into her mouth at the abundance of sharp teeth that stood tall behind her lips. He had no idea why, but he wanted so badly to feel them against his scales. Maybe if it was her teeth that cut his arm, it would have felt good. He stared for a lot longer than he thought he did; he didn’t even hear what the tigress said in response to his tease as the more her mouth, lips, and tongue moved, the more mesmerized he became. His eyes fixated on one sharp fang in particular, in her lower jaw, and the saliva strings that stretched and snapped from it every time she spoke. He was only snapped out of it when the tigress stood up from her rolling stool and walked away. The lizard blinked rapidly and did a quick shake of his head once he was back from his daydreaming.

“Wh-What?”

Alex, who hadn’t said anything after her response to his jab, stopped just before she got to the sanitation station where she was going to drop off the tray of medical tools and turned her head over her shoulder to look back at the lizard. “I said, they were sunrises, not negronis.” The tigress rolled her eyes and continued the three more steps that it took for her to get to her station and started cleaning up. She dumped the tools into a table-top dishwasher-esque machine, along with the tray, and turned around to look at Velux, who was still sitting in the very same spot, like a kid waiting at a bus stop for his mom to come pick him up.

“You know you can leave now, right? You don’t have to hang around. I’m sure there’s a puddle of blood that you need to clean up.” The tigress snickered and pulled the glove on her right hand off using her left, but then brought her left wrist up to her mouth to use her teeth to remove the other latex glove. She bit down gently on the glove and peeled it from her hand so nonchalantly that it looked like she was completely unaware of what she was doing to the lizard.

She wasn’t, but Velux didn’t know that – which made it more fun.

Once her gloves were off, she plucked the one that she took off with her teeth from her mouth and tossed them both into the bin next to her. She then smiled at the lizard who was still sat on the operating table, albeit now he had slightly different posture. He was slouched over slightly and had his hands pressed to the slightly cushioned surface of the table in between his slightly spread legs. It wasn’t difficult to deduce what he was doing, and as much as Alex wanted to, she decided not to call attention to it.

“I already cleaned up the blood before I came here,” Velux murmured, almost as if he was ashamed to admit it. He wanted to rub the back of his head with his hand, but remembered half way through lifting his hand up to do so that he had his hands down in between his legs for a reason. He smiled dorkily at the tigress, who had a puzzled expression spread across her face.

The tiger raised her brows at him, crossed her arms over her chest, and tilted her head to the side ever so slightly. She maintained her confused expression for about five seconds before everything clicked in her head and she raised her brows even higher. Alex then started cackling and shook her head repeatedly. “You’re a lizard, you can heal. You didn’t need to come here at all for just a cut, did you?”

“H-Huh?” the lizard stuttered a little. His eyes widened and his brows rose up into his forehead. He had a feeling that Alex was about to accuse him of something, but he had no idea what of. It was the way she looked at him and the way she cackled in almost a maniacal manner. The lizard had only known the tigress for a few months, since he was a relatively new addition to the ship’s roster, and he had already been to the med bay with a medical issue or injury more times than Alex could count on her hands, paws, whiskers, and tail. The first time, he really was injured, but the times after that, his natural reptilian healing properties could have easily done the job. Healing abilities be damned, they lacked that certain tiger touch that Alex had. He was infatuated with how gentle she was despite possessing one of the highest levels of strength in the Anthro genus, how her smile was so genuinely terrifying and beautiful at the same time, and how flexible and agile she was. He’d seen her slip into an air vent to help out one of the ship’s engineers with a busted pipe with ease, he’d seen her outplay the other scientists and doctors on board in games of chess, hell, he’s even seen her win arm wrestling matches against anthros twice her size. Strong women were his type, especially strong women who didn’t flaunt it – man, he could not get over those fangs. It took every fiber in his being not to straight up ask her to bite him.

The little red devil version of himself constantly egged him on, daring him to say “Bite me, mommy” to her. While the angel dressed in all white that stood on his other shoulder told him “Never in a million years say that”. 

Velux found himself choking on his words, leaving only a jumbled and stutter-filled mess of vowels and consonants flowing out of his mouth. It got worse when he saw the tigress push off of the desk that she was leaning against and take very slow and deliberate steps toward him. Had she been wearing heels, the clicks and clacks would have drove the nervous lizard into a menty-b. Luckily, she wasn’t. Although, the gentle pitter-patter of her soft paw pads against the sterile glass-tiled floor underneath was getting there.

He gulped, slouched, and gripped the soft padding of the operating table in his hands as the tigress crept closer, he was on the verge of puncturing the cushioning with his claws when the tigress stopped just shy of touching his knees, which for some reason he felt were completely exposed, despite him being fully dressed head-to-toe in his crew-issued jumpsuit with the top half unzipped and tied around his waist, leaving his white and slightly blood-stained tank-top showing.

Alex stopped just shy of grazing her upper thighs on the lizard’s knees, dropped her arms from their crossed position over her chest, and stared at him with her head tilted ever so slightly to the side. She tucked her lower lip behind her front row of teeth and gave the lizard a look – the look.

With just a lip bite and a glance, the tigress was able to make the ship’s very own tech whiz fluster. She knew what she was doing, too – it was pretty obvious that Velux had a crush on the striped cat and if she were fed some truth serum, she’d probably admit that she found him a bit cute. Alex always had a thing for nerds of all types; whether it was the nerds that liked board games, the nerds who liked war, history, and lore, or the nerds who liked technology just like her little friend here.

The tigress ran her tongue over her large protruding fangs as she gave the lizard the look. She stood there silently staring at him with a level of seduction and intimidation that was very difficult to pull off. But Alex did it so effortlessly that it was impressive. After ten full seconds of silence that made the lizard’s heart race faster than Max Verstrappen’s car, the intimidating scientist and doctor tiger cut the tension with her sharp saber teeth.

“Admit it, you’re head over heels over me,” Dr. Marx chuckled and winked at Velux before she turned on her heels and walked away. She left the lizard confused as she made her way back to her desk and rummaged around for something. Velux let out a sigh of relief and gave his crotch a quick glance. His heart had raced so fast that he was fairly certain that some blood had made its way to his hog, which was usually tucked away neatly in a slit. He looked down at his lap to see a tent pushing upward from his jumpsuit. He very quickly readjusted the top half of his jumpsuit that was tied around his waist to cover himself up. He wasn’t sure if Alex had seen his hard on or not and he didn’t really want to think about it.

When the tigress was back at the desk on the other end of the medical bay, she opened up one of the drawers to look around in it. The sound of her rummaging away and sifting through the small trinkets and bits and bobs was so loud and was basically the only sound in the room until the sound of the drawer slamming shut ripped through the air. Alex turned around to lean against the desk again with her hands pressed down against the table top. She shifted her attention to the lizard, who now had an extremely flushed expression on his face and the upper half of his jumpsuit suspiciously draped over his lap.

Alex let out a little chuckle; she had seen the lizard’s chub that made a tent in his standard issue, although she hadn’t planned on mentioning it. But now that it had been made even more obvious, she had to say something.

“If you’re not head-over-heels, I’m pretty sure he is.” Alex waggled her brows and nudged her head forward as her eyes locked to the lizard’s lap where she last saw his tentpole.

The tigress’s words only made the lizard more flustered and the more he tried for it not to show, the more it did. Oh, the woes of being so bottom-coded. His cheeks flushed a deep red and his posture became extremely slouched and concave – he wasn’t a small man by any means; he was tall and had a good build, but he looked extremely small with his shoulders slouched and his hands in his lap hiding his boner. Velux stared at Alex with a slight curiosity behind those rosy red cheeks. His eyes wandered down to the tigress’s hands and he tried to figure out what it was that she retrieved from the drawer. It was squarish in shape, had a bit of shine that reflected light like those safety reflectors annoying cyclists had on their bikes, and had a circular-shaped bulge in the center of it. It took him eight entire seconds to figure out what it was; a rather primitive form of contraception, although with one of the highest efficacy rates of 98%. You’d think that with all the technological advancements made since the condom was first used in ancient Egypt, a method with a higher effectiveness that didn’t involve surgery or insertions would have been invented by now. If only the baby supplies brands didn’t lobby against that one pill meant to be the male birth control into oblivion.

When Velux realized that the tiny square the tigress was holding was a condom, he felt his heart race even faster. He found himself choking on his words and was only able to stutter with slightly wide eyes as she approached him again.

To the lizard, it looked like she was walking in slow-motion, when in reality, it only took her a few seconds to get from where she was standing to right in front of him. With the condom wedged in between the index and middle fingers on her left hand, Alex pointed it toward him with a menacing grin on her face. Velux was terrified, but in a good way. He stared at the condom sandwiched in between the tiger’s fingers, gulped, and turned his gaze to meet hers.

‘Glp.’

The tigress’s piercing green gaze was relentless and pierced straight past the lizard’s red eyes and into the depths of his soul. Her grin made it seem like she knew every possible secret you ever had and that she was ready to use those secrets against you to get what she wanted. Velux found himself arguing with the angel and devil versions of himself on his shoulder, completely forgetting that the tigress hadn’t even said anything yet and that he was just jumping to conclusions.

“Right here? Right now?” He asked, his brows raised and he leaned back as much as his position would allow him to. He didn’t have much room to lean back, as the bed he was on was up against the far wall of the med bay. His head bumped into the wall behind him and he swallowed the spit that his saliva glands overproduced out of nervousness. He made a very audible gulp as his spit slid down his throat and the tigress stopped just shy of touching knees with him again.

‘Glk.’

The tigress’s expression that had the lizard in shambles changed; she blinked, furrowed her brows, and scoffed.

“No…? New regulations say I am supposed to provide crew with condoms each visit to the med bay. Just take it and get your mind out of the gutter.” Alex rolled her eyes and placed the condom in the lizard’s lap, dangerously close to where his boner was hiding.

The lizard, embarrassed by his Olympic pool dive into conclusions, found himself at a complete loss for words. It was as if his tongue fused into the bottom of his mouth, he had no mouth but wanted to scream. The little red devil on his shoulder and his pasteurized white do-gooder friend were nowhere to be found, either, so his subconscious was done giving him advice, I guess.

Panicked, Velux took the condom with a smile, pushed himself from the operating table he had been sitting on for the past half hour, and power-walked his way out of there. He didn’t want to run, as it would have hinted to his embarrassment, yet he wasn’t quite confident enough to pull off a slow and casual walk away either. The fast-walk that he ended up doing made the tigress raise her brows at him even further.

He said nothing and walked in a perfectly straight line (or as perfectly straight as one could with three legs) toward the automatic doors that would let him out of the med bay. Once he got to the door, he stopped just briefly to wait for the hydraulics to release and for the door to open up. Once it opened up, he walked through and then stopped when he was out of the range of the door’s presence detection. He then slipped back into the upper half of his jumpsuit and gave its crotch area a nice firm pull to make room for his dick. With sufficient breathing room acquired for his third leg, he continued power walking away, although now without looking like a tripod waddling down a slight slope.

Alex watched as he left without a word – her eyes still wide with disbelief. Her expression remained that way until the lizard cleared the doorway. Once the door closed behind him, the tigress’s eyebrows, lips, mouth, and nose joined forced and shifted her expression from confused to ever so slightly menacing. She then shrugged her shoulders and walked back to her desk with a bit of a pep in her step, singing a song she wrote back when she had the dream of becoming a pop star under her breath.

“I’m not scared to go, I’m collateral. Knocked out, love will be the death of me…”

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Velux sat in his quarters staring at the condom that the tigress had given to him a few hours back – it wasn’t any kind of special condom, just your run-of-the-mill 1-millimeter thin latex cum catcher. But Alex was a little sneaky and had attached a little note to the back of it. Vel didn’t even know when she had the time to do it, maybe while she was rummaging around in the drawer? He was too busy arguing with the miniature versions of himself on his shoulder to notice.

The note was folded to perfectly match the size of the condom wrapper, too, and it was taped so flush to the back that it took Velux a good moment of fiddling to notice it.

“Your workshop, after my shift. Bring that monster with you. :) XOXO.”

Velux read the note over and over again, both out loud and in his head; he wasn’t quite sure what she meant by “that monster”, but he had an inkling of an idea as to what she might have meant. The only problem was, he had no idea when Alex’s shift in the med bay was over.

Velux went and got himself freshened up with a shower, put on some cologne, and brushed his teeth three times over despite his breath already being minty fresh from when he brushed after waking up. He was nervous and excited but he wanted to play it cool – he had been doing a great job of that so far. The lizard waited patiently in his workshop for the tigress’s arrival; shirtless with cans of Monster Energy in his minifridge. Every now and again he glanced at the clock on the wall just to realize that only a couple of minutes had gone by. He eventually got to work on one of his tinkering projects and forgot about the time entirely. The next thing he knew, he heard the hydraulics on the door to his workshop hiss and the someone walking inside.

The lizard, who was hunched over his workbench, soldering iron in hand, tinkering with what looked to be older tech, glanced up to see the tigress, without her white lab coat; just a tank top and baggy cargos like his. She had her wavy brown hair tied up in a messy ponytail and her hands deep in the large pockets that those pants she had on came with. When she saw the lizard working on something, she smiled and approached him.

“Sup,” she said as she stopped just across from him and cast a shadow over his workbench, causing him to stop his tinkering.

Vel looked up at her, too, and replied with a similarly cool “Hello.”

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“Don’t they still make these? Why not just buy one? They’re not super expensive,” the tigress furrowed her brows as she sat down on the large workbench that the lizard was working on and watched as he soldered some circuitry on green PCB boards.

Velux let out a chuckle, nodded, and then shook his head. “They aren’t expensive, but they aren’t made like this anymore. They're all made by robots now, no passion, no care, barely any warranty. This one STILL has a lifetime warranty.” The lizard said with a happy chuckle. “But the company that made it was long absorbed by its competitors and scrapped for patents and parts.”

The tigress scoffed and turned her attention to the lizard holding the magic electronic fixing wand. Her nose scrunched here and there at the smell of solder and smoke that she wasn’t quite used to. Velux, having been exposed to the smell of the process of tech repair ever since he started tinkering with his electronics that he got for Christmas as a kid, was unphased.

“So, it HAD a lifetime warranty, then. It looks a hundred years old; the first owner is most likely dead by now,” the tigress chuckled.

Velux chuckled, too, having loosened up a bit now that he and Alex were just hanging out and having a relatively normal, non-sexually tense conversation. “Well, yeah, it was made in the 1970’s, so they are LONG dead, Alex.”

“Do you even have any records to play on that thing?” Alex furrowed her brows as she asked. Velux turned his attention away from the capacitor that he was resoldering to the PCB and looked at Alex with wide and hopeful eyes. He knew that she had a collection of over 200 records in her quarters. For a while, when she first started collecting them seriously, she wouldn’t shut up about how many she had accumulated.

Alex recognized the look that he gave her almost instantly and shrugged her shoulders.

“Sure, you can borrow a few of my records. But if I find a single scratch on any of them because of that ancient player, I will have your balls.” The tigress smiled as she threatened the lizard, which would have negatively impacted the level of seriousness that she was aiming for, but with those sharp teeth, it still seemed sincere. She was only joking, of course, but she probably still would be incredibly upset.

Vel gulped at the threat towards his jewels. Unlike the mammal anthros, his “balls” were internal, which made the idea of the tigress “having them” even more terrifying. He wasn’t sure how familiar she was with reptilian anatomy – he hoped not at all, but with her being a practitioner of medicine and all, she probably was very familiar.

“Ah-hahaha… I’ll be sure to put in a fresh cartridge and needle, so it’ll keep your records in tip-top shape, don’t you worry.” The lizard techie let out a nervous chuckle as his eyes lingered on the tigress’s fangs for a little too long. He shook his head and redirected his gaze back to the record player he was working on.

Alex, who hadn’t said a word about the lizard being shirtless, watched as he continued to work. She pulled her legs up onto the workbench and hugged her right one while the other rested against the cold metal surface of the workbench. She spent a good two minutes watching as the lizard quietly worked his tech wizardry on a piece of ancient hardware that was centuries old.

Eventually, she had to say something about him being shirtless, she couldn’t ignore it forever. She leaned her head forward slightly to peek at his figure as he sat slouched over the workbench working his magic. The lizard had an overall slender build, but with muscles in the right places. He didn’t skip any of the limb days in the gym, but could have used a little more core-strength training. That wasn’t to say he wasn’t toned; he could easily pass as the nerdiest frat bro in a frat house – you know, the one that all the frat bro jocks come to when their laptops have had beer spilled all over them or cum crusted under the keyboards. 

Gently, as to not startle Velux, Alex placed a hand on his back to feel his scales. They were surprisingly slightly warm to the touch and a lot smoother than Alex thought they would be. When Vel felt her hand on him, he froze for a split second before realizing he would burn a hole through the PCB with his soldering iron if he stayed still for too long. His heart raced at her touch and sweat beads started to form at his forehead, threatening to roll down and drip off of his muzzle and onto the hot soldering iron that he held in his slightly shaky hand.

He took in deep and steady breaths through his nose to keep himself calm and focused as best he could on his work as the tigress’s warm hand slid down to his lower back.

“Do you always work shirtless in here?” asked Alex as her hand traveled further south along the lizard’s back. Her soft and nimble fingertips brushed against the hem of his cargo pants a few times but didn’t venture past them.

There was something about the way the tigress asked that question – Velux wasn’t sure what it was, but it sounded so… Seductive. He fought the urge to swallow his saliva to avoid an audible gulp and instead let out a voice-cracked “Yhep!” He did his best to continue soldering capacitors to the board, but with his shaky hands, he was better off taking a break.

It appeared that he didn’t have a choice in the matter, as just moments later, using her other hand, the tigress gently snatched the soldering iron from him, shut it off, and set it down on the workbench. With her other hand still pressed against his lower back, right above the base of his tail, Alex leaned closer to him and brought her muzzle to his ear. “Now where did you put that condom I gave you?”

Alex then lowered her hand further and gave his tail a firm and rather domineering squeeze.

Vel, unable to stop himself from swallowing his saliva out of nervousness, he gulped. He felt his heart race faster and faster – his blood pumped through his veins and went straight to his dick, which slowly but surely slithered its way out of his slit and pushed the bagginess of his crew-issued cargo pants to their limit.

“Glp. It’s just here, in my pocket.” The lizard’s voice cracked again, poor thing. He reached into his pocket and dug around for a bit, which drew the tigress’s attention to the big bulge he sported.

“Aw, and here I was thinking you were excited to see me.” The tigress teased, happy to see that the lizard’s tent was back again.

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Velux couldn’t have cleared his workbench any faster. No, seriously, he couldn’t have. With all the delicate equipment and parts that were required to fix up an old record player, he had to be careful. After taking three minutes to clear the workbench as best as he could, Velux joined Alex on it, and they started making out. Alex was the one to initiate, as once they were sat in front of each other on the lizard’s workbench, all Vel did was stare at her like a lost puppy. When the tigress’s lips locked with his, he felt his nervousness melt away from him like cold butter atop a stack of hot pancakes.

Velux had never been with a woman of the feline variety before, so the tongue came as a little bit of a surprise – a welcome one though. The slightly rough texture from the tiger’s tongue as it glided over his smooth and slender one made him go wide-eyed and had his reptilian dick twitching wildly in his pants. It was only his first foray into the wonderfully misunderstood world of feline tongues and he was already a big fan.

Alex hadn’t been with a lizard before either, but she was familiar with their anatomy, being a trained doctor and all. She’s had some hands-on experience with dicks that came out from slits, but nothing penetrative; she was very excited to try, though.

A big fan of kissing and maybe just a little bit horny-shmorny from not getting any the night before and spotting the lizard’s boner first thing in the morning; her pussy was quick to become wet, soppingly so. The more they kissed, the wetter she became. Her juicy kitty-cat pussy leaked like the water-tight compartments of the Titanic – which meant it didn’t take too long for her wetness to start to show through her thick cargo pants. The fabric around her crotch area, just a little south of her zipper started to turn a bit darker than the rest as she traded saliva with the lizard like her life depended on it. She brought her hands to hold him by his cheeks and pulled his face closer to hers to get her tongue even deeper into his mouth. She let out gentle chuffs as her tongue intertwined with Velux’s in a dance so intricate that its twists and turns spoke of longing and connection, each movement a quiet scream of their wants and desires in that very moment.

After a good ten minutes of making out, the lizard was the one to pull away. His dick was fully erect and had slithered halfway down his left pants leg, giving the illusion that part of his upper thigh had grown a considerable amount in size. It twitched, throbbed, and beckoned so eagerly to be set free from the confines of its fabric prison.

And who was Alex to deny an innocent cock freedom?

A thick string of saliva remained connecting their lips once the heated kiss they shared broke. It quickly fell to the effects of gravity and snapped free as Alex let out a heated huff through her nose. The bulge in Velux’s pants caught her eye almost immediately and she got to work #FreeingtheDick. Her fast and steady doctor hands went straight for his belt buckle, making quick work of it before she then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.

‘Thwp.’

‘Thump.’

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” Not quite the thing you want to hear a medical professional say, but in the current context, as Velux’s fat and violet reptile dick sprung free from his pants and into the tigress’s hands, it was nothing to worry about. To say that the lizard’s dick was big would have been an understatement – it was huge. With its tapered shape, the tip was thin, while the base was as thick as Alex’s forearm. It twitched, throbbed, and even slithered a bit in Alex’s hands. It was slippery and slightly slimy to the touch, which Alex thought she would hate, but, the doctor in her found the self-lubrication of reptilian anatomy fascinating. Plus, during health checkups, she didn’t need to use up her precious medical-grade lube. Alex gently curled her fingers around Velux’s manhood and slid her hands along the slight curves of it as it twitched and throbbed to her every touch. She bit her lip as both her hands reached the base of his dick where the opening to his slit was and stopped. She brought her gaze to meet his and with a dry chuckle, said; “I don’t think the condom I gave you is going to fit.”

Velux felt his nervousness creeping back again, but the more he watched Alex play with his hog, the less nervous he felt. Her fingers felt pretty good sliding along his slippery bits. He did his best not to buck his hips into her hands, but found himself doing so a few times anyway. He let out a squirm as Alex’s thumbs pressed gently against the opening of his slit.

“Hhhnnnggggg!”

When her hands came to a stop, he let out a shaky sigh and looked up from her hands and at her face. “Heh, yeah, sorry… You have to stock some reptile-specific ones just the same way as you do the horse ones. Or get those auto-fitting ones.”

Alex nodded at the suggestion of stocking reptilian-specific ones but scoffed and laughed at the suggestion of stocking the auto-fits, which were the latest generation in condom technology that came in generic shapes just like regular condoms, but had the ability to morph into the wearer’s dick shape. They were a cool innovation, but there was no way the company that they worked for would approve of such an expense, especially since they were much more expensive, cost-per-unit wise. “If you can get the big boss to sign off on that, I will put in an order for them right now, maybe we could even get them expressed delivered within the hour…” the tiger gave her reptile friend’s dick a gentle yet firm squeeze before she continued. “You have any in your quarters?”

Velux shook his head almost sheepishly in response to her inquiry, “No, sorry...” He would have added that he had to throw out the last box he had as it had expired, but thought that it was a detail best kept to himself.

The look on Alex’s face changed as she sat there, across from her reptilian crewmate with his purple prehensile dick in her hands. She slowly pulled her hands up from the base of his dick toward his tip, traveling the entirety of its 14-inch length until she reached his tapered spade-shaped tip. She froze when she got a closer look at his tip and suddenly felt a jolt of excitement spread all over her body like a shockwave or a tsunami after an under-sea earthquake. The epicenter of that earthquake? Alex’s pussy. She felt herself cream ever so slightly just thinking about how that oddly-shaped tip would feel inside of her. But she wasn’t on the pill, nor did she have the morning after pill in supply. She wasn’t ready to be a mother, not yet anyway.

Luckily, her pussy wasn’t the only blackhole in the striped galaxy that was Alex Marx-01.

“We don’t have to do anything if you’re not comfortable with me not having a condom,” Velux, even with his dick slithering in Alex’s hand, was such a gentleman. His breathing had slowed, but his heart still raced and pumped blood to his dick constantly, which kept it twitching, throbbing, and moving all around in Alex’s grasps.

“We can do anal.” Alex said with a smile, unless you’re not into that.

“Okay.”

Velux had never answered a question so fast in his life.

“Doesn’t look like we need lube with your thing, either.” Alex smiled. She gave his dick another firm squeeze before she let go. As her fingers left his dick, tiny strings of his dick’s natural lubricant stretched between them like Elmer’s glue. She shook her hands out of instinct to get the stickiness off, before inadvertently wiping them on her tank top as she peeled it off. She quickly pulled her shirt over her head, tossed it to the wayside and did the same for her bra. Her tits popped out from her sports bra with less force than Velux’s dick did, but her moderate “handfuls” still jiggled and bounced at the hands of Zorak’s gravity once they were freed from their confines, too.

The lizard found himself mesmerized by the tigress’s breasts, a result of him being a straight male, and stared at her girlies as they jiggled and bounced. They were so perky, so round, and so fuzzy. They looked like freshly steamed bao buns and all the lizard wanted to do was touch them, squeeze them, tease them, and knead them. And suck on them, too, for good measure.

Alex, who had moved onto shimming her way out of her pants, peeled her panties off as she kicked her pants off to the side. The cotton of her plain white underwear was soaked to the point where it looked closer to grey, and when she took them off, her pussy juice offered a smidge of resistance, making the peel incredibly moist and sticky like she was peeling off the wrapper from a popsicle on a hot summer’s day. Her pussy juice was thick and viscous, with a consistency close to KFC’s famously goopy gravy. Once she peeled her panties away from her pussy, she kicked them from her ankles and turned her attention back to the lizard, who was now sitting slightly leaned back on his arms. His prehensile dick was fully erect and stood wavy and tall in between his legs. The more the tigress undressed, the more it twitched and throbbed, eagerly waiting for the tigress to let it in.

After having stared at her breasts for a minute, Velux’s eyes were quick to move from her tits to her pussy as she peeled her panties away like a wet bandage covered in alien goop. It was an incredibly arousing sight to see and boy did Velux’s dick have the patience of a toddler waiting in line at the LEGO store.

Now fully naked in front of Velux, Alex went in to kiss him again and slowly took the opportunity to guide him down onto his side where she laid facing him with her chest gently pressed against his. They locked lips and they exchanged saliva like they learned nothing from the COVID-88 pandemic. Their kissing went from heated to incredibly heated in a matter of seconds, and before either of them knew it, they were spooning, with Velux as the bigger utensil and Alex the smaller one. His arms were wrapped around her and he had one breast in a firm grip in each hand. His hips rocked back and forth in a slow rhythm, which pushed and pulled his dick in between the tigress’s legs. His prehensile meat rubbed along Alex’s pussy lips, his tip spread her labia apart just enough for her to hotdog his shaft, leaving a snail trail of pussy juice glazing all over his length.

The warmth of the lizard’s dick rubbing against her pussy was enough to make the tigress let out repeated huffs, moans, and gasps. The more sounds she made, the more desperate they became. She wanted to feel that reptile cock inside her so badly that she considered oh-so-many times to just go with the flow and let his dick slide into her love canal. She could venture out to get the morning after pill before they depart tomorrow, or she could just risk it. She wasn’t ovulating, she was sure of that, but there was still a slim chance that she could become pregnant. And with the confusing laws regarding contraception, abortion, and reproductive rights across the galaxy, it wasn’t worth the hassle, no matter how good the slipping and sliding she was doing on that magic pregnancy wand was.

“Hhhhhh… Fuck… Have you done anal before?” Alex turned her head over her shoulder to look at the lizard as best she could, but since Velux had his neck craned over her, she was able to see his face in its entirety. He was huffing, puffing, and moaning just like she was. His cheeks were a deep red, his eyes had a slight haze over them from the pleasure, and his tongue, thin as it was, had trouble staying in his mouth. It slid out from between his thin lips and flicked at the air before it slid back inside his mouth again, only for it to come right back out as he moaned. He continued to rock his hips back and forth, dragged his dick through Alex’s hotdogging lips. His dick was now fully coated in Alex’s juices as well as his own natural lubricant – it was more than ready to push into penetration station.

Alex had to use her hands to shield her pussy from the lizard’s tip that tried its very best to wedge its way into her. It was almost like she was wrestling with a snake with how often that spade tip tried and tried to sneak by her hands and slide inside. She grabbed Velux’s snake by the neck (the part of the shaft right underneath the cobra head dick tip) and guided it to slide against her mound instead of push through into her. Its flat shape was uniquely perfect to rub against the entirety of her puss and the very tip of it that tapered off thin even flicked and tickled her clit. The longer she let the lizard hump away at her, the more she wanted to risk getting knocked up.

With her hand still wrapped around Vel’s shaft, Alex gently nudged him to get him to stop his thrusts. Once he stopped, she gently guided his dick tip away from her pussy and toward her rear. A few seconds later, his dick ended up sandwiched in between her ass cheeks, with the tip of his spear lined right up against her pink, slightly shiny, and tight pucker.

Alex let out a huff as she felt the warmth of Velux’s dick move from her pussy to her ass. “Go slow,” she said through her huff.

With his tip right up against her hole, Vel smeared the mixture of Alex’s own pussy juice and his natural lizard dick lube all around her tight pucker. When she told him to go slow, he nodded and let go of the breast that he had in his right hand to bring that hand down to the tigress’s ankle and lifted her left leg up to put her into a more easy-to-access position. With her leg lifted, Vel was able to push his hips forward and put pressure on Alex’s ass with his dick tip.

It took a good couple of seconds for his spade dick tip to find just the right angle for penetration, but once it did, a gentle push from his hips was all he needed to slowly spread her anus open and slip himself inside. Thank God for his naturally slippery dick, otherwise they’d have needed a LOT of lubricant, considering how well-endowed the techie was. His tip slipped inside in its entirety quite suddenly, which pushed a wince out of Alex.

“Hhhhaaaaaaah…”

Immediately upon hearing the tigress’s discomfort, Velux stopped. The tip of his dick remained inside Alex’s ass, but he did not push in any further. He gave her leg that he held up an endearing squeeze, “You good? We can stop if you want, I know I am a bit big. It happens.”

Alex shook her head and let out a big hefty breath through her mouth. Her anal walls clenched around the lizard’s speared tip over and over as it adjusted to having a foreign object inside of it. “No, keep going, just stop every couple of inches if you can and let it sit so I can stretch a bit… It’s been a while since I’ve let anyone back there.”  The tigress let out a dry chuckle before she took in a deep breath and tried her best to relax her rear to make his use of his backstage pass a little easier.

She took a deep breath in and blew a deep breath out before she turned her head over her shoulder to look at Vel and nodded. “Okay, keep going.”

Vel was a little bit hesitant but he obliged. He pushed his hips forward and sunk his lizard cock deeper into the hole under the tigress’s tail. Once his tip had made it through the backdoor, the rest was a little easier. After about an inch of his manhood had disappeared into Alex, he stopped, let her breathe for a short moment, and then pushed in again. He repeated the process through huffs, moans, and pants as the warmth and tightness of Alex’s tailhole proved to be greater than he thought.

She really did rarely let anyone in back there.

Velux was able to fit almost the entirety of his 14-inch hog inside Alex’s booty, with just an inch and a half left of his base that just wouldn’t push in any further. But a foot and change of dick was definitely enough to fill the tigress up, so he didn’t try very hard to push the rest of it in. He let his dick rest inside the tigress’s rear for a minute and enjoyed the clenches and his own twitches and throbs that pressed against the tigress’s tight walls.

“Hooooooh fuck you are tight, Alex.” Velux let out an elongated moan as he shifted slightly on his side to get a bit more comfortable on the workbench that they ended up on. It was only then, after his dick was already deep inside the doctor’s lower digestive tract, did he realize they probably should have done it in one of their quarters instead; a mattress, no matter how stained or busted was better than a cold, flat and hard metal surface. His concerns about potential aches and posture issues were fleeting at best, as they faded just as quickly as they came once the tigress turned to look at him again.

The slight look of discomfort on the tigress’s face was still there and the lizard was fully expecting her to ask him to pull back and retreat, but the words that left her lips were the two words every man (or woman) who was in a similar position to him wanted to hear.

“Fuck me,” the tigress said in a weak and whispery voice that Vel didn’t hear very well. 

“Huh?” he asked with raised brows and a look of concern on his face. He still held the tigress’s leg up and was ready to pull himself out of her at a moment’s notice. “Do you want me to stop?”

Alex shook her head and cleared her throat before she repeated herself, but about three times louder.

“Fuck me, Vel… I want to feel your cum inside me. How long has it been since you emptied those internal balls?” she snickered toward the end of her sentence and laughed after she heard her own words echo in her head and realized how ridiculously unsexy what she just said was.

Velux begged to differ; everything that the tigress just said was like fuel to the fire of lust and desire that rivaled the wildfires of California. His dick twitched and throbbed like a motherfucker and he tightened his grip on Alex’s left tit and her leg as he pulled his hips back and reeled his dick out from the tigress’s asshole. Alex’s anal grip around his dick tightened as he pulled out, offering a considerable amount of resistance, nothing he couldn’t handle though.

‘Ssllllllllllpp.’  Vel’s dick made a sloppy sound as he reeled it back. Once he had pulled about halfway out, he stopped, glanced down at his manhood, and let out heavy huffs through both his nose and mouth. His purple dick was coated so slick and shiny in Alex’s pussy juice from before as well as his natural dick secretions. It twitched and throbbed with every third beat of his fast-paced heart. He took in a deep breath through his nose, exhaled through his mouth, and pushed his dick inside again.

This time, his entry was a lot smoother and uninterrupted – there were clenches along the way, but nothing that stopped him from pushing in until he couldn’t anymore. Alex’s fleshly anal walls were so textured and grippy, that a shiver ran down Velux’s spine once his dick bottomed out again.

‘Slllllllp.’

He let his dick sit inside the tigress again, this time just for two Mississippi’s before he pulled out and repeated. His hips gradually picked up pace, and before long, he was rhythmically pumping his dick in and out of Alex’s tight pucker.

“Slllp! Schlap! Shlurp!’

Vel’s grip on the tigress’s tit turned into more of a rough squeeze, and his grip on her upper thigh tightened so much that his claws gently pressed and scraped against the skin underneath her fur.

The look of discomfort on Alex’s face remained for a little while after the lizard started pulling and pushing his dick in and out of her ass. As was the norm with anal sex, a little discomfort at first was to be expected. But over time, the discomfort melted away and turned into pleasure. It was a different pleasure than vaginal sex – less preferable overall, but hey, a good dicking was a good dicking, and man did Velux, the ship’s onboard nerd who handled mostly cables and wires, know how to lay down good pipe.

“Hhhaaaaaah… Fuck…. You can go faster now…” Alex said through moans and huffs. “I can take it.”

Velux did exactly that, with just nil point one seconds of hesitation. The force behind his thrusts increased, and despite not having any hanging balls, the distinct plapping sound started recurring as his thighs, stomach, and pelvis slammed into Alex’s thighs, lower back, and ass cheeks, respectively.

‘Plap! Plap! Plap!’

The constant in and out motion of Velux’s dick made Alex feel stuffed and a little light headed. The pleasure that she felt from having her ass clapped concentrated mostly in her stomach and ass; it was an odd feeling, but it felt good. The faster the lizard went, the more lightheaded she felt (in a good way). By the time he started clapping and plapping against her rear with backshots, Alex was smiling, bouncing forward with the thrusts, and egging the lizard on to get him to go even faster.

Velux continued to moan and huff as he fucked Alex’s tight ass. The tightness and warmth of Alex’s bootyhole felt incredible around the his dick. Velux had dipped his dick into a tight ass before, but Alex’s was special, he had a crush on her and she wasn’t just someone who he met on an app just to dump a load into. He genuinely couldn’t believe that he was inside her; it may have not been her pussy, but hey, he was an ass man, too – he was not going to complain.

“Hhhhhhaaaahhnnnnnff…”

Alex’s toes spread and she moaned so loud that Velux worried that someone would hear them, even though the doors to his workshop were soundproofed. He continued to thrust and Alex continued to bounce, pushing some of the smaller trinkets that weren’t cleared off of the workbench onto the floor.

‘Clink, clank, clonk.’

The lizard let go of the tigress’s leg that he had been holding up and moved his hand down to her pussy, which had been neglected ever since his schlong took the underground route. He gently placed his hand against the tigress’s mound and rubbed his palm up and down along her wet, sticky, and slightly matted down pussy. His fingers glided over her lips and got close to sinking into her a few times before finally doing so nice and slow. Being mindful of his sharp talon-like claws, he started with a single finger first, but added a second once he realized there was some more wiggle room, then a third. He left his index and thumb outside to toy with the tigress’s clit. He mashed it like the buttons on a Street Fighter arcade cabinet, which made Alex tense up, shiver, and buck her hips repeatedly. Her body trembled and shook as waves of pleasure crashed onto the shores of her nervous system. The lizard’s fingers reached in deep and pressed into her textured love canal; fighting clenches and squeezes that were as powerful as a firm handshake. He curled his fingers inside the tigress and continued to pump his dick in and out of her ass at the same time. His dick went in so deep that it bulged out her belly and gave her a little bit of a pudge. The outline of the lizard’s spade-shaped dick in Alex’s belly was so clear that it looked like something alive was inside of her. It wiggled, throbbed, and pushed out a different part of the tigress’s belly every time.

Vel quickly got lost in the sauce, his mouth fell agape and his tongue rolled out from it. He breathed hot breaths against Alex’s neck as his carnal instincts took over. His hips slammed into Alex’s ass over and over again – he felt a tingle in his lions as his orgasm crept closer.

The combination of being fingered and having her ass plundered was intense. The tigress felt jolts of pleasure spread all over her body each time the lizard curled his fingers inside of her cunt and his dick bulged her belly out as it bottomed out. Her pussy clenched around the lizard’s fingers and her ass clenched around his dick so hard that it felt like he was put in a vice grip. Every time he pulled his hips back, her ass would clench around his dick so tight that when he did, he pulled out just a tiny bit of Alex’s anal wall with him. He glanced down at his dick whenever that happened and let out a very pent-up and frustrated huff. He had no idea that an ass could do that lip-grip thing, too. He pushed his dick in one more time as a buzz vibrated through the webs of his nervous system. With his dick pushed as far as he could inside of the tigress, it twitched and throbbed slowly at first, but then did so faster as his seed traveled through the length of his rod toward his tip.

‘Glk, glrp, glmrk.’  Vel’s dick made a bunch of wet and gloopy sounds as his cum traveled through his urethra. Once it shot out from his spade-shaped tip, it started slow, like a tube of toothpaste being squeezed too hard, but gradually increased in velocity and volume until his semen shot from his dick like thick and viscous shaken champagne on an Formula One Grand Prix podium.

“Hhhhhhhgggyyaaaahhhhhhh…”

His dick twitched with each spurt of his seed that shot deep into Alex’s ass. He squinted his eyes shut and pressed his face into the nape of Alex’s neck to muffle his moans. It didn’t quite work as his moans were still incredibly loud and guttural. As he busted his nut, his grip around the tigress’s breast tightened and his fingers inside her curled even harder.

The warmth of Velux’s seed filling her ass up was just enough to push her over the edge. Her clenches in both holes increased in speed and frequency as she neared her orgasm. She let out a moan that was befitting for a tiger; one so roaringly loud as her body shook and trembled with pleasure.

“Aaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!! Haaaanhhhhhggggg!!!!”

Her pussy clenched rapidly, the clenches were short and quick, but harder than any of the ones she had been doing previously. Her pussy made squelching noises as it squeezed the fingers that were inside her. After a few relatively “dry” clenches, a stream of her juices shot out from her pussy like a bullet from a sniper’s rifle over the edge of the workbench turned bed and onto the floor. Her squirt was so hot that it almost sizzled when it landed on the ground.

‘Sqrt… Sqrttt… Splurrrt… Splorrrt!’

One squirt, two squirts, three squirts, four, now which poor soul was going to mop the floor?

After 15 ropes of cum into Alex’s ass, Velux’s champagne sprays turned into a slow ooze of cum from the slit in his tip. The excess cum that couldn’t fit in with Velux’s already filling dick inside her hole oozed out from the tiny gap that was left between the base of his dick and Alex’s stretched out pucker. His white cum flowed out onto the workbench and they both ended up in a puddle of cum that covered around a third of the table’s surface area.

By the time he stopped cumming and Alex stopped squirting, it had grown to about half of the table’s surface area.

With a heavy pant as he caught his breath, Velux slowly opened his eyes and softened the grip he had around Alex’s boob and uncurled his fingers inside of her pussy. He didn’t let go of her breast completely, nor did he pull his fingers out from her. He rode his post-nut high with a smile on his face, glazed eyes, and his thick reptile tail swaying behind him. It took him close to three minutes to come down from his comfy spot on cloud nine. When he came back to reality, he looked down at the sticky mess that he made, chuckled, and then slowly pulled his fingers out from Alex’s pussy.

‘Ssschlllk… Slp!’  His long and slender clawed fingers slid from the tigress’s cunt with ease as her clenches had calmed down a bit. His fingers slipped out from her covered in a thick layer of her sticky pussy juice that dripped from his fingertips and claws as he pulled his hand away. With his hand out from Alex’s snatch, he placed both hands on her hips and used it as leverage to pull his dick out of her ass. Alex’s ass made an abundance of wet noises as the lizard’s dick pulled out from it, and once his entire dick was free, a large gush of cum spurted out of her and made the workbench even stickier. Velux let out another huff as his semi-erect dick flopped down onto the cum-covered metal table with a loud squishy thump.

‘Thumpshkl.’

“Hhhhhhaaaahhh, holy shit.”

Alex was in the same boat, flying high on cloud nine after she made a mess of the floor with her squirting. After a handful of inhales and exhales, she entered the post-nut clarity stage, but this time she was not disgusted with what she had done, nor did she have any regrets. She let out another moan as Vel pulled his fingers and dick out from her before she let out a big sigh and pushed herself to sit up on the workbench. A few seconds after she sat up, the fur on her shoulders, back, and tail stood up and she shivered as a tingle traveled up her spine.

“Brrrr!”

Vel watched as the tigress sat up and sat up, too. He stretched his arms over his head, scooted a little closer to the tigress and wrapped his arms around her endearingly. When he embraced her, he felt her purrs through her back and got a little bit excited. He had heard about the noises felines made and had heard Alex make the sound a few times here and there, but he had never felt it against him before. Alex turned her head to the side to look at Velux as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Now why is it that nerds are always super good in bed?” the tigress asked with a raised brow and a smile.

“Baaaaaah,” Velux blushed red and shook his head bashfully. “What’s the sample size for your hypothesis, Doctor?” The reptile grinned and chuckled at his creatively polite way to ask how much her nerd body count was.

Alex rolled her eyes and gently nudged her head against Vel’s dismissively. “Nice try.” She had caught on to his question. After nudging him, she bent over and stretched her arm toward the floor to grab her wrist communicator from the pile of clothes and things on the ground right underneath the workbench. She struggled a little bit, but was eventually able to grab it thanks to her amazing feline flexibility, and popped the communicator onto her wrist.

Velux watched as the tigress grabbed her thing and raised a brow curiously. After the tigress snapped the bracelet onto her wrist, it scanned her face to confirm her identity and projected a holographic display in front of her that Velux could see, too. With a few movements of her eyes and pinches of her fingers, she was able to open up the photo gallery on her device and scrolled through to her recent photos.

“Do you remember Red? The guy who runs The Hole?” Alex asked Vel with a smile that slowly grew larger and larger.

“Mhm, yeah, old human, grey hair, very scary looking dude that judges me silently for my drink choices… I remember, why do you ask?” Vel responded, his eyes were glued to the holographic display from Alex’s communicator and he smiled a little here and there when he saw some photos of her that he had not seen before. A couple of them in front of a bathroom mirror, a couple of them from Christmas a few weeks ago when the entire crew exchanged gifts, and even a few with her and her brother Axel, who Vel always found himself a little intimidated by. When the tigress reached her most recent pictures, she stopped scrolling, tapped on what looked like a photo of a printed photo to enlarge it.

“Yeah, he didn’t always have grey hair.” She smirked as the photo of Red displayed in full resolution on the large 24-inch projection.

The photo in question was of Red, in his younger years, around his late teens to early 20s, leaned up against a relic of the past known as a Chevrolet Camaro. His hair was bright red, curlier than instant ramen noodles, and he didn’t even have a beard. It was a contrasting image to see when compared to how he looked now.

Velux went wide-eyed at the picture and let out a snort of laughter. “Holy SHIT. AHAHAHAHAHA! Is that why he is called ‘Red’?”

Alex started to snorty laugh too and nodded her head. More of the lizard’s cum oozed out of her ass as she cackled. “Yeah, his real name is Wendell.”

The reveal of Red’s real name had the lizard and the tigress cackling together like a bunch of drunk teenagers throwing stones at trick-or-treaters from the roof of the spooky abandoned house at the end of the cul-de-sac.

After what seemed like a full minute of them just laughing together, they both stopped to take in a deep breath through their noses. As they both of them simultaneously exhaled, they turned to look at each other as the projection from Alex’s wrist cast a soft blue glow on their faces.

The tiger and the lizard stared at each other in silence for what felt like a long time but was actually only six seconds. Halfway to the seventh second, the projection from Alex’s wrist communicator turned off, and Velux broke the silence as he looked down at the mess they had made. “Gahhh, I guess we should clean up, huh?”

Alex shook her head and reached a hand down to wrap her fingers around the lizard’s still semi-erect dick that was halfway on its way back into its sheath. She pressed her thumb ever so gently into his spade-shaped tip and slid it upward from the bottom of his urethral slit. The final bit of cum that oozed out from Vel’s dick had been there on his tip for around five minutes, which meant it had started to congeal and formed a gooey glob. Alex scooped the glob of cum right up onto her thumb and then let go of his dick to bring that thumb to her lips. While maintaining eye contact with her reptilian crewmate, she stuck the glob of cum that was on her thumb into her mouth. She sucked on that thumb and savored the taste of the lizard’s cum as her purrs got louder. Once her thumb was clean, she pulled her it out from her maw with a loud pop.

‘Plop!’

Alex licked her lips so incredibly seductively that just the sight of her pink tongue gliding over her large fangs and lips was enough to stop Vel’s dick from slipping back towards his slit.

“Do you want to go to the store to get reptile condoms?” Alex asked, unable to resist the temptation that was Vel’s hog. “I can go again if you can, this time in my pussy.”

Velux nodded his head, hopped off the workbench, and scrambled to find his clothes. He put his pants on, went commando without any underwear, and three-legged it out of his workshop to the nearest store on Zorak that carried scalie-sized condoms. He didn’t even know where the nearest convenience store was, but it couldn’t have been far, right?

Right?

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Art by Twinkle-Sez

Guest Starring Velux by Psylux

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