• Nobles of Null is a forum based roleplay site where sci-fi and magic collide. Here, Earth remains fractured and divided despite humanity reaching out to the stars. Worse still, the trans-human slaves of one major power have escaped, only to establish their own Empire, seething with resentment at abuses of the past. Even the discovery of aliens, though medieval in development, has failed to rally these squabbling children of Earth together with its far darker implications. Worse still, is the discovery of the impossible - magic. Practiced by the alien locals, nearly depleted and therefore rare, its reality warping abilities remains abstract and distant to the general populace. All the while, unseen in the darkness of space, forces from without threaten to press in. For those with eyes opened by insight, it is clear that an era is about to end, and that a new age will dawn.

A Stunning PR Move (NSFW)

As the grand designs of the Machine Doctor were in play, the ship in the midst of reconstruction, he was already working on playing a small bit of politics. It turns out that Geiben’s stint as the PR guy was far from over, though this particular mission sounded, at least from the report given to him by KB-120, far less potentially deadly. At the very least the venue was far more aesthetically pleasing. The report gave him the contact info of one Alymande Sphenta, and a place to find her on Hawking. Said to be the head of the most recent Chongwu freedom group, KB told him this would provide them with a plentiful selection of rather miffed genetically created animal people, ripe for combat in many ways against the Daqin. The Captain was on a shuttle now, touching down on Hawking.

Geiben landed in New Cambridge, stepping out and automatically boarded a shuttle that brought him the closest to this Sphenta’s location. Chongwu freedom group. The captain mused on memories with mixed feelings. Last time he talked to someone of those splinter groups things got intimate. He smirked to himself, then shrugged it off. This was a business trip, despite the coincidences.

On the path forward he could feel eyes on him, hidden eyes watching him. Hidden, until after a while he stood before an okay establishment, a bar. Discrete but enjoyable. The same eyes on his back were gone. Stepping in, his eyes moved around to find the right table as instructed by Dr. Knowledgebot. Sitting there was a nervous individual, a golden furred cat woman that was fiddling with her outfit that bordered on nice but didn’t quite reach it. Her eyes met him, and she froze for a split second, before very quickly cleaning the table before her. She smiled at him, pointing at the other seat across from her.

The captain was dressed in civilian clothes, the most notable items on him being his datapad and a pen with a false gold clip slid into his left shirt pocket, as instructed by the doctor. He smiled back and sat down. He tapped his datapad to order a fizzy drink, looking at the stranger. “Anything you’d like?” Was his opening greeting.

She smiled, looking around nervously before looking at him. “You’re too kind,” she said, clearing her throat to help it out. Finally, she sounded more sure of herself. “I’m not one to look a gift Captain in the mouth, I’ll have something fizzy. Can’t get too tipsy on a diplomatic mission right?” She said with a giggle.

“Of course.” Geiben nodded. Soon enough, the drinks arrived, delivered from a student waiter. He took a sip, before remarking, “So… Ms. Sphenta, is it?”

“Yes,” she replied with a smile. “Alymande Sphenta, a last name I made up and stuck with.” She gave a thankful nod to the waiter, and lightly sipped her drink, smiling. “And you’re the infamous Captain Geiben, Captain of justice or something.” She leaned closer, looking around. “I admit, I’m happy to meet you in person. I’m better at talking in person honestly, and you seemed like someone that deserved an in-person rendezvous. The freed ones are a little iffy on you. Some don’t trust humans as far as they can throw them, others are looking forward to working with you.” She sighed, rolling her eyes. “So, like the rest of humanity then.”

“That’s par for the course.” Geiben sighed and nodded. “We’re all animals. I don’t expect too much difference from your uplifted kind. We all run on the base instincts. So… what can I do for you? The Magnetic Assembly can always use more manpower, and I expect you need resources.”

“Oh don’t be so business, Captain,” she chided with a smile. “Space is big, and you spent a long time getting here. Let’s not talk too quickly, we have the time.” She sighed, sipping again, licking her lips. “The deal goes something like this, as suggested by Tall, Dark, and Metal. A lot of people, my people, are very willing to fight the Daqin when the time comes. You know, the mental brainwashing and slavery, it leaves a bit of a bad taste. So, while you’re fighting the AU, we’re working on building ourselves up. If we’re done before the Doc has wiped the cosmos with humanity, then we’ll be able to help.”
 
She frowned, looking at her drink. “It’s weird to think of us all as animals. It’s not hard, given… me being me, but I like to think we’re just a little bit better than simple creatures. Afterall, sometimes we sit in bars and talk business.”

“Well, sometimes you look at all the bullshit we’re doing as humanity and you have to wonder if we’re just monkeys with fancy toys.” Geiben looked at his drink and waxed philosophically. “The bots think they’ve ascended above the petty skirmishes, but we’re still doing that, right? Fighting for what we believe is a just world. Everyone thinks that way. A lot of us are wrong. I hope I’m in the right, but so does everyone.” He looked up at the cat-form and smiled sheepishly. “How can I help get your organization established?”

She sighed, looking like a growing anxiety was clawing at the back of her mind. “Yeah, yeah. I think we’re in the right. Surely forcing sentience on unsuspecting animals is a rather bad thing to do, and then to brainwash them and program them into what you want them to be is even worse. I think we’re in the right at least,” she said quietly. Running a hand through the golden hair on her head, she smiled again. “Well Captain, as the machine bro says it, you’re the PR guy so I’m going to be working through you. In exchange for materials from the factories the Doc intends on building, he’ll have extra troops from what I have. It’s not much now, I’m uh,” she giggled sheepishly, “I’m a little new to being a revolutionary, but it’s set to be a productive partnership.”

Geiben looked at Ms. Sphenta apologetically. “Everyone is a hero in their own story” was probably not the right thing to say to someone who was subject to the whims of an unequivocally inhumane organization. Still, the Chongwu brought the conversation back to the matters at hand. “Sure. Give me a list of your members and we’ll run through background checks. Then I’ll see about providing you with advisors and equipment. No weapons just yet though, at least not on a wide scale. You’ll need training first. Fortunately, human history has given us millennia of material for you to study from.”

She chuckled, a gentle hand on his arm to reassure him. “It’s a very human sentiment, ‘Everyone is the hero of their own story’ because real evil isn’t as frequent as people think. It’s a true statement, I guess,” she admitted with a small sad smile, “But it’s not an excuse. That’s what we’re trying to show tham.” She took her hand off his arm quickly, sheepishly awkward. “Sorry. I’m a touchy person. Great for being friends, terrible for business. Call it a tick, courtesy of our mutual enemy.” She pulled a datapad out of a purse set beside her, tapping around on it.

“You’re the Captain, you know best. I do need to warn you, these background checks on Chongwu members are a little… personal. To some it’s like pulling up the adoption papers, or maybe a more human example, like checking a slaves tag. I don’t know if that makes sense,” she said with a shake of her head. “I’ll see what I can do, what I can get you. You can’t be too picky though, when fighting two separate empires.”

“Heh, no worries.” Geiben subconsciously rubbed his arm where Ms. Sphenta touched his arm. “I met one of you before, socially. She claimed to be an activist for a freedom group as well. I understand how this process can be sensitive. If it soothes you we do it with everyone here. Humans, bots, the Grawla too, now that we’re integrating them into our forces as well.”

She looked at him apprehensively, nervously. “I don’t know if that’s necessary. Those I’ve saved trust me, mostly, and not so much scary people they’ve never met before. We’re not people to most governments, so getting captured is bad for us.” She looked him in the eyes, her fingers rubbing against the table, a nervous tick. “I was promised we’d be a bit more… unofficial. Sneaky. Clandestine.” She smiled again, sheepishly still. “I want to help, and I want help, but we can’t be too overt about it.”

“Hmm…” Geiben looked down and pondered. “We’ll have to eventually go through mental health checks before we give you weapons. Sorry, that’s just protocol, for security’s sake. What if I get a psychologist for you? They won’t need names or any identifying information. We just want to make sure arms are going into hands that we can trust.” He offered the compromise.

She looked even more nervous then, her eyes on the table. “You’re hard-pressed to find a Chongwu that isn’t a little off. Something about the trauma of creation, and trying to break the programming. Luckily, I wasn’t made for anything too sneaky or dangerous. Probably why I’m the face.” She sighed, a small mewl escaping her. “No names, no descriptions. Just psychology.” Her nervous tick was getting worse, eyes looking around and hand scratching her arm, opposite of the arm she touched him with.
 
“We won’t be able to provide arms until the advisors we provide you are confident in your group’s cohesion.” Geiben regretfully but firmly admitted. He observed the Chongwu’s increasing stress and was reminded of his previous encounter. “Do you want to go outside and talk? Somewhere quieter?”

She growled, mostly at herself it seemed, and shrugged. “Sorry. I’m a bit uh,” she rolled her eyes, “Mind is anxious, constantly. Side effect of being me, of denying me my uh, mental needs.” She huffed, and looked around. “We can go somewhere. The Doc trusts you, and that’s good enough for me. We’ll come to an agreement I’m sure. The advisors will need to be trustworthy, and allies to the Chongwu. If some stuffy human comes along and calls us animals my friends will probably just eat them.”

Geiben chuckled lightly, standing up. “Don’t worry, we’ll be sending bots your way. Even if they do call you animals it’ll most likely not be personal; they call us flesh bags all the time. I know a rooftop park near this place.”

She smiled just a little, looking around once more. “How sweet. A lot of humans wouldn’t have bothered.” She stood up, grabbing her purse and brushing her dress off, denying the wrinkles their stay. She followed him as they stepped out, herself keeping close to him as her eyes kept glancing around. “I suppose my friends can’t eat robots, even if the robots are a bit blunt. I’ll let the robots help my friends if the Doc approves them. He’s a bot too.”

It didn’t take long for the two to climb up one of the New Cambridge arcology’s many skyscrapers, coming to the rooftop park which featured a false, grassy hill, a few trees, a water fountain, and some benches. Geiben strolled through the park, “So how did you and the Doctor meet anyways? I understand the mutual hatred of the Daqin, but little beyond that.”

“We met on the internet, actually, or,” she shrugged, “I don’t actually know what it’s actually called. Just, that thing online, when I got a little too curious about this whole revolutionary thing. Luckily he got to me before anyone more sinister did. Like any of the fucking governments,” she said with a giggle. “And, once, when things looked bad, he offered medical care to the freed Chongwu. The mutual hatred probably brought us all together though. It’s a pretty prevalent thing.”

She walked alongside him through the park, looking at the nature around them. “Nature is pretty, when contained. Otherwise it’s just trying to kill you.” She stated this plainly, stubbornly. “Very dirty, and hard to clean.”

“Right.” Geiben concurred, gazing around. “I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised he found you like that. Given his robotic nature, he’s probably always at four or five places at once. Wish I could multitask like that.”

She giggled at that, finally a happy sound from her as she brightened. “I’m so jealous, I work logistics in a fucking porn company, and my god, it’s hectic.” She smiled, looking back at him. “Some people have all the luck I guess, him being a robot. I need like three monitors to keep up. Though I guess I shouldn’t complain. I was designed for clerical work anyway, logistics and…” she sighed, “Man, I sound lame as hell. I was designed to be a secretary. That’s not even cool!”

“Well now’s your chance to rise above your artificial destiny, isn’t it?” Geiben looked at her and smiled softly in response. “You’ll have the resources to give a lot of people better lives and sympathetic outsiders to support you.”
 
She smiled, shrugging lightly. “You’re right Captain.” Looking around, again, she took a deep breath and calmed herself. “Sorry, this is just… very new to me. Being all open and aggressively pursuing… anything! I’m not exactly the bravest warrior.” She held up a hand, showing her arm to him. “I’m not even made for combat, or even heavy lifting. You know what I am? I am cute. That’s the only thing they gave me. Well that and OCD.” She lowered her hand, frowning a little.

“Well, I’m not exactly frontline material either.” Geiben showed his own lack of muscular build. “You don’t have to be strong or bold to make a difference.” He assured her. “But you are bold, aren’t you? Taking up this leadership position? You got a cooperation agreement. I’d say that’s a pretty big deal.”

She looked at him, tilted her head, and nodded. “You’re right again. No wonder you’re the face,” she smiled teasingly, “You’ve got the face and almost a silver tongue. You’re not that bad looking. We do the jobs we’re suited for, I guess.” She tilted her head the other way, still smiling at him. “So do you just happen to know all the nice places to take ladies or are you experienced with this city?”

Oh dear. Geiben put up a polite smile, “Did you want me to take you somewhere? I figured we’ve concluded business at this point. Though… I guess we could go get dinner at a nice place. I’ll get us a table somewhere and call it a business excursion, because that’s what it is.”

She smiled, considering it, looking around once more, before looking back at him, mind made up. “Alright playboy, let’s see if you really do know this city. Call it a business meeting and make the robot pay for it,” she giggled lightly, ready to follow him.

“Playboy? That’s not exactly what you’d want to call a military officer you’re trying to win over, is it?” Geiben raised an eyebrow, but otherwise took no offense to the moniker. He was more concerned about how fast this Ms. Sphenta was becoming personally comfortable around him.

They wound up at a medium to high end restaurant, brightly lit, a table for two and food already ordered. Geiben stuck to a fizzy drink, rice, and lab grown meat prepared in an artful manner. He slowly ate his meal, occasionally glancing up at the Chongwu and silently trying to get a read on her.

The read he got as she ate her own meat with politeness, drank the same drink occasionally, was that this individual was new to this. Entirely. Clearly not too new to conversation, but even now she seemed nervous, as if someone might be watching her. Occasionally she scratches her shoulder, before forcing herself to stop and resume being poised. Sometimes she looks at him intently, like a cat staring at something it’s trying to understand, before the intensity fades. And clearly, she can’t stop talking. “You know how I met Robot-boy, but how did you meet him? Probably something more official than the fucking dark web or whatever it’s called, like me. And,” she tilted her head, a small mewl escaping her. “Are you actually a captain?”

“He ended up coming on board a vessel I commanded, soon becoming a close confidant.” Geiben explained. “And yes, I am a captain.” He smiled. “Didn’t you see the propaganda? How I took back the Edward Deming with my bare hands and went all, “I am the captain now?”” He smirked.

She giggled, sipping her drink to mask a little bit of giddy energy. “I’m told it was very inspiring.” She said, adjusting her posture on the seat. “One man, full of righteous vigor, set about capturing an entire ship. Some stories I’ve heard say you did it alone, or with only your hands and wits, others with a big ass gun. It made a bit of a splash.” The look in her eyes was nervous, but also just a little tiny bit starstruck. “Propaganda or not, you did take it back. I had to ask, that's all, just curious.” She poked at her food, which was rapidly diminishing, and looked back at him. “I had heard of you, so I was somewhat nervous to meet you. Didn’t know what you’d be like, and I’m not so dumb as to not think that sometimes people aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. Hence why I'm trying to actually, you know, get to know you. That, and one can never have too many friends.”

Geiben took another glance at her, smiling, before looking down to take another bite out of his food. "Well, either you're going to be relieved or disappointed, but I'm not a bigger than life hero type. I had my training, and I was asked to participate, so I did. I'm still wondering if I had a choice in the matter, whether I was thrust into a position of leadership, or if I did so consciously, intentionally. I think it's a mix of both."
 
She frowns lightly, suddenly interested in another, adjacent, topic. “Did you have a choice? I feel like these sorts of things take a lot of planning but can suddenly speed up without you knowing your right from your left and suddenly you’re the Captain of an insurrection.” She poked a fork towards him, smiling. “I know how it feels to wonder if you’ve got a choice. If you ever had a choice. I bet the philosophers of today are scrambling to keep up at this point.”

“Philosophers are always scrambling.” Geiben chuckled. “They scrambled after we created the first sapient AI, when the old HFR regime developed ways to turn the sentient, sapient, when we colonized new worlds and discovered aliens who could think like we do. Still, discovery after discovery, we’re still stuck on the same old question: do we have free will?”

She was quiet, frowning, for a while. Finally she said, “Well… I think so. For the longest time I didn’t, I actually, really didn’t have my own free will. I wasn’t allowed to, I was programmed to be something and told what to do. I’m free now aren’t I? Every day I fight myself to be different from what they made me, to be free to make my own choices. I don’t like the thought that it doesn’t matter, that it’s all decided anyway.”

"Certainly." Geiben nodded readily. "Even with the lack of free will, we have to at least pretend there is, because the alternative is a black hole of misery and hopelessness. Besides…" He took one of the last bites of his food.

"... Your choices do matter, your everyday habits, they add up to carry great consequence. No doubt my position today has been influenced what I chose to believe over the past decade."

She smiled, seemingly soothed from her anxiety, just a bit. “Yeah, I’m gonna stick with the free will thought, it’s a lot less,” her eyes shifted a little, “Depressing.” She looked back at him. “I think you’re free willed too. I can’t for a second think that the whole of history is just a stage play, decided ahead of time. It’s more like improv!” She smiled, her food being eaten to catch up with him. “A grand improvisation on the cosmic scale.”

Geiben opened his mouth, then closed it. He wanted to point out that Ms. Sphenta was only uplifted recently by comparison, that she wasn’t human, and didn’t have any reference of human lifespan to compare culturally, since her kind’s culture was only developing. He thought better though. Instead, he asked curiously. “How much have you studied up on human culture and history?”

She stared at him as he contemplated on what to say, clearly understanding he was leaving something unsaid. “I love reading, I do it all the time. Fiction, non-fiction, it’s a great pastime when cruising through the blackness, and the Doc encourages it to the Chongwu, something to further uplift them.” She set her head on her hand, looking at him hesitantly. “Come on. Say what you mean to say. You hesitated.”

Geiben knit his eyebrows, unwilling. But alas, he confessed. “I… just don’t consider you human, so it’s less an “us” when it comes to the discussion of lifespans. I mean, you’re an uplifted cat who deserves all the basic rights as all sapient life, but you’re not exactly, human, you know?” He paused, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”
 
She stared at him, clearly somewhat hurt but smiling through it. “Yes well, what else can we compare ourselves to? We refuse to compare ourselves to the Daqin, who are basically just really vain humans, so the next best thing is you. Until we come up with something that works for us, which Doc says will happen eventually. Sooner rather than later he says.” She narrowed her eyes at him, sighing heavily. “Does it matter? Humans are great, sure, but they’re not alone anymore. There’s the Aos Si, the short guys somewhere nearby, the Alda and Adlets, the Grawla, and an entire new nation of sentient toasters. And now there’s us. Does being any one ‘race’ matter anymore? So I’m not human. The fuck does that matter?”

“No, it doesn’t.” Geiben replied apologetically. “It doesn’t change how we treat you, it’s just that there’s biological and cultural differences. Soon enough you should consider getting a new name for your group. Chongwu means “pet” in Mandarin, does it not?”

She sighed, rolling her eyes. “Well, it’s my turn to be just a little ignorant I guess. I’ve been mostly ignoring the Oriental human languages. Call it a bad taste in my mouth thanks to the Daqin.” She swished what was left of her drink, thinking. “We’re working on it anyway. Biological differences,” she muttered, clearly not over that part of the conversation. “What do you think they used to make us humanoid? Or compatible genetically? Some human in the genes works wonders for unethical science.” She growled, shaking her head. “Mmm, sorry. It’s a sticking point, for me at least. At least I’m not a pet anymore.”

“It’s a good thing you aren’t, else it’s one less thoughtful mind in our universe.” Geiben smiled gently, attempting to bring up Ms. Sphenta’s mood.

She coughed lightly, the cheeks on her face heating up as she drank the rest of her beverage. “I was right on the silver tongue but, clearly.” She giggled, smiling again. “I’m glad we could talk. This is much more enjoyable than being all business, business, business all the time.”

“Of course.” Geiben chuckled lightly, tapping his datapad to pay the bill, downed the rest of his drink and stood up. “We’re only human, after all, not CEO bots.” He winked. “We like to enjoy ourselves and our fellow man’s company.”

She stood up, wagging a finger at him. “Remember to make the Doc pay you back, call it a business expense.” She sighed, looking around again and smiling at him. “Call me selfish, but surely we don’t need to part just yet. We made the trip, we might as well enjoy it. See some things. Talk more.” She tilted her head, smiling sheepishly. “Mostly the talking. I’m rather fond of talking.”

“Hmm… Do you have your own place in New Cambridge yet? Where are you situated right now, anyways?” Geiben asked with some concern. “Oh. You’re working for logistics for a… right.” He was reminded. “Maybe that’s something we should work on… getting you a place in the city and incorporating you and your people as employees under the protection of the state.”

“Why? I get we could use the rights…” she admitted, shrugging, “But employees of the state sounds a little drastic. I’m good at my job, I’m not quitting it, this is just also my job. I can pull it off, I’m designed for it.” Looking sheepish, she lightly huffed. “I was gonna find a motel or something, since I don’t have access to Doc’s pockets. Don’t worry about that.”

“Mmm. I could find you a place to stay, somewhere better than a cheap motel.” Geiben offered. He thought about his own apartment, but pushed that thought aside. No, he had money, and he was still maintaining professional distance.
 
She waved her hand dismissively. “You’ve spent enough on me, you’ve been nice enough already. Worst case scenario I weasel my way into someone’s bed,” she stayed plainly, without much emotion. “Or sleep on a bench and roll the dice.” Looking back to him, she smiled. “That’s future me's problem. Let’s go somewhere. Talk more. I’m in it for the long haul.”

Geiben sighed, “Well…” He looked up several dozen stories. ”There’s the nightview up on the rooftops. I can get us some more drinks and go up there and talk. The view of the Hawking wilderness is quite nice.”

She nodded, taking her purse over her shoulder and pulling him along. “I like that plan. Come on Cap!” She pulled him along, before letting him lead, citing her inexperience with the city. “I’ve seen a lot of cities, but this one feels more… mechanical. I guess that’s not surprising.”

The Captain guided them through skybridges, interior corridors, and elevators, before arriving at the peak of the city, looking over gigantic skyscrapers that hugged the beaches, tightly packaged into a small area on the continent, looking over an endless, darkened forest, nature kept pristine. Geiben left Ms. Sphenta alone momentarily, before returning with half a dozen fizzy drinks in a hard paper box, handing her one.

When he returned he found her leaning close to the edge, eyes closed, feeling wind in her fur. She opened her eyes as he approached her, and took the drink with a smile. “I feel bad, you’re spending too much money on me.” She cracked it open, and sipped from it. “I like to think I’m not a high maintenance girl, but I’m starting to wonder.”

“Oh, you have no idea. This has all been peanuts.” Geiben chuckled, popping one open himself and taking a satisfying gulp. “It turns out, when you’re a big PR person for a state that owns an entire star system, and no family to take care of, you have A LOT of cash, more than you know what to do with.”

She giggled, taking a larger sip. “Well don’t say that, I’ll start being too sweet.” Smiling, she pointed a finger at him. “Trust me, don’t go around saying you’ve got money, you’ll have sycophants aplenty.” She sighed, leaning against the wall over the city. “As if you weren’t already a hero of the rebellion, now you’ve got money? Connections? You’re basically a super spy, like the old movies!”

“Heh. Admittedly the connections invite more work than I’d like, but the money certainly is nice.” Geiben mused. “It’s nice knowing that once I’m on the ground I get to do whatever I want in the city. Not that I do much, I mostly rest in my apartment, go out and eat at a restaurant if time is short or if I’m lazy.”

She giggled, lightly bumping him with her shoulder. It was actually reminiscent of a cat doing the same. “So, more money than you know what to do with, connections, despite the work, and you’re the hero of a revolution.” She propped her head up on her hand, smiling up at him. “Next you’re going to tell me you’re single, and you’re basically a super spy. Unattached, connected, funded, heroic.” She poked his rips with a finger. “You got a code name?”
 
“Nope.” Geiben smiled politely, taking a step away from Ms. Sphenta, taking a sip from his drink. “Geiben is all you’re getting, Captain Folami, formally, at best.”

She watched him step away, confused for a second. Maybe she was being too handsy again, she thought, and she frowned. “Well, you should get one. It would be cool.” She drank, looking out into the city, to the horizon, quiet. But she just couldn’t just not talk. “Did you always want to be a captain? What’s the story of a wide-eyed little Geiben flying on ships, or did the captain find himself a victim of circumstance?”

“Both. I always wanted to serve the Union, but ended up stuck on a frontier science vessel.” Geiben looked out and explained. “After some bad encounters with the Daqin and some natives, I realized I was serving a truly stagnant state, and after they threw me under the bus for poor outcomes, that was the last straw for me.” He shook his head. “I don’t hate the Union. I don’t know, in a twisted way, I’d like to think I’m helping by raising awareness of their current incompetence.”

“That’s why you’re fighting? A stagnant state made the mistake of making you the scapegoat?” She chuckled wryly, looking back at him. “Seems they fucked up.” Looking back at the city, she said, “I wish I could take the high road and say I didn’t hate the Daqin. I certainly don’t hate the Union, because they haven’t done much for me. I’d sure like to be considered a person, and the rates for our work back home was bullshit. But I don’t hate them specifically.” She turned around, looking around for somewhere else to lounge. “I don’t know, I’m not exactly good at being filled with hatred.” She smiled up at him. “Look at me, it would be hard to take it seriously anyway. Too cute.”

Geiben smiled down back at her. Ms. Sphenta certainly was cute, he had to admit. Still, he restrained from anything that could be interpreted as flirting. “Your outward appearance doesn’t determine your character, Ms. Sphenta. You can still be a strong willed leader with great passion, fighting for the underrepresented, and against those who wronged you.”

She tilted her head, smiling at him. “You talk pretty, but you don’t have to keep it up, you know. We did our business, we said what we needed to say. Now we’re trying to build a rapport. Because you know you’re the face, and I’m the other face, so we might as well get along.” She took a small step closer, smiling up at him. “Otherwise we’re gonna be miserable, honestly.”

“Of course.” Geiben scratched his beard nervously. “It’s just that I figured we’re getting along as is right now, Ms. Sphenta.” He subconsciously took a small step back in response to the cat folk moving closer.
 
“Yeah, but you’re not loose and comfortable!” She said, taking a defiant step closer. “For instance, what the hell can I do to you? I can’t hurt you,” she wiggled her arms in front of her, “I’m too squishy! Cute and squishy. Your eyes said, ‘yes, she’s cute,” but your voice said something diplomatic.” She placed her hands on her hips. “I’m not gonna lie to you, and I intend on being your friend. Let’s be honest here, or we’re gonna be very miserable in this coming partnership.”

“You’re acting a lot more than seeking friendship here, Ms. Sphenta.” Geiben gave a nervous smile, doing a forward backward motion between him and the lady, noting the intimate distance, “You’re advertising yourself and coming up close. You’re basically hitting up on me and I’m not sure how to respond. Do you want me to respond, or do you want me to actually keep it just as a professional friendship? I understand that the way you were uplifted may be influencing how you’re acting subconsciously right now…” The captain warned her.

She stared up at him, a sudden realization dawning on her, evident in her eyes. “Oh.” She took a step back, looking up at him apologetically. “Sorry. It’s a combination of… all of that. Probably.” She visibly shrank, taking another step back. “You keep calling it uplifted, but that’s not really right. Technically it’s correct, but that’s not how it feels. Even after, even now. Uplifted is such a positive sounding word, and it’s not.” She growled, looking down at the floor. “I don’t know where the programming ends and I begin. I don’t know how to explain it, not to humans.”

Growling again, she looked back up at him. “I’m not good at human interaction. It was basically months ago I finally was given the chance to be a person. I’m still learning. I’m sorry.” She laughed wryly, shrugging. “Being one of us is hell sometimes. I’m trying to be your friend, trying to be professional, and probably trying to be intimate all at the same time. I just need to breathe sometimes.”

Geiben shook his head. “You don’t need to be sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were acting on your own volition. You can seek intimacy. I just wanted to make sure you have that choice.” He smiled assuredly. “Like you said, you are indeed cute, Ms. Sphenta.”

She took a deep breath, and smiled sheepishly. “Still, I’m sorry. Most of the time I’m at least consistent, but sometimes the psychologists would have a field day. I’m acting of my own will, my free will, probably made up of my past. Like we talked about earlier.” She shook her head, her smile brightening. “Are you sure you’re acting of your own volition when you call me cute, or are you just playing it safe around the cat?”

“I’ve simply deemed what you’ve stated to be true and repeated it back to you.” Geiben stayed smiling. “I’m very much making my own decisions here. Why did you think I consumed no alcohol for the day?”

She shrugged. “I didn’t know, I didn’t want to assume. Abstinence, recovering addict, just professional, I didn’t know.” She giggled, remembered the drink in her hand, and took another drink. “So, Mr. Free Will,” she sighed at herself. “Thank you for understanding, Geiben. A lot of people get nervous or don’t care, once upon a time they treated me like a faulty pet. It’s been a very tiring journey from where I was to here.”
 
“Understandably. The pleasure’s all mine. Here’s to better living.” Geiben raised his drink.

She raised hers, pushing it forward to clink against his. “To better living, Captain.” Smiling, she took a drink, and then looked at him with confusion. “Wait, so were you nervous at the thought of intimacy or the thought that the intimacy wasn’t my choice.”

“The latter.” Geiben winked, “I’m single, remember? I don’t mind one-off intimacy, but I’m not an asshole either.”

“Nice.” She looked down to her drink, down to herself, then back up to him. “You really are a super spy. You’ve even got some nice selections of fine women,” she said, one hand on her hip. “Some people have all the luck.”

“Friends with benefits.” Geiben’s smile turned sly, gulping down his own drink, setting the empty bottle back into the paper crate. His hands then moved behind Ms. Sphenta’s back, hovering over, but not quite touching yet. “... May I?” He asked.

Her face, for a brief instant, looked nervous as she slowly set the bottle down. She looked at him, eyes searching his as she finally seemed just a little serious. “You may, Captain.”

Only then did Geiben give Ms. Sphenta a light hug, one hand reaching up to her neck, scratching where he knew a cat would feel the most comfortable. He could feel her start to lightly purr, her eyes closing as he touched her.

Her own hands slowly moved up to wrap around him, as if she was restraining herself from just holding on to him hungrily. Holding onto his back, she slowly pushed her head against his chest as held it there. “Damnit Captain,” she muttered quietly. “I should probably tell you before you start getting too hot and heavy, this is,” she sighed, embarrassed, “What I’m designed for. Just a word of warning.”

“Unfortunately that’s what most of you were designed for, wasn’t it?” Geiben let her go and took a step back, looking at her sympathetically. “Here. Let’s only move as much as you want. Do what you find enjoyable.”

She sobered briefly, shrugging. “Probably. Not our fault you humans are weird, and at least I got a very logistical mind and great organizational skills on top of it. And OCD.” She sighed dramatically, pulling him back into her hug. “You can’t escape now. You signed on for this when you hugged me,” she purred again, lifting his hand and setting it back on that delicious spot so he could scratch her. “A side effect of my creation is a mind that needs this sort of validation from people. I was designed to be either a hapless desk jockey with sexual needs, or an anxiety ridden free woman with the same needs. It sucks. I have to say it every now and then, to anyone who’ll listen, it sucks.”
 
“That sucks.” Geiben agreed, scratching her neck for a few more seconds before he backed off again, taking her by the hand and picking up the crate of drinks with the other. “Let’s go back to my apartment. A little more privacy. Then I’ll entertain you to your liking.”

She picked up her purse, grabbed the bottle she dropped, and held onto his hand tightly. She was then content to let him lead.

Geiben’s apartment was large but simple, a living room with the basic furniture, an open kitchen that watched over it, two bedrooms in an offshoot corridor, and finally a generous patio that overlooked the city. He threw the drinks into the fridge and gently slumped down on the couch, inviting Ms. Sphenta to join him.

Aly dropped her purse off near the door, looking around his apartment with something akin to awe in her eyes. “This is way better than what I could have weaseled into otherwise, damn.” She smiled at him on the couch, lightly falling onto it and moving against him. “Ugh, couches are great. I’m a cat, I’m made for light work and a lot of laying in the sun.” She nuzzled against him, purring as she looked up to him. “You lucky duck, this is a nice place. Though it could be more streamlined, better organized. That’s just my brain though.”

“Choosey beggar, Ms. Sphenta, or was this just some ploy to get a nice place to sleep at? I did offer to pay for a hotel room for you.” Geiben hugged her, bringing her on top of him, resuming his scratching of the back of her neck, going for the crevasses in between her ears, but also reaching down to her waist with an exploring hand.

“Why on earth would I want to sleep alone when we could both benefit from a little bit of together time. Besides, I’ve always been frugal, at least a little bit.” She leaned into him, pressing against him as he scratched her nicest spots, the feeling clearly slowly getting to her. A few minutes into that, his hands forced a little mewling moan out of her. She was growing hazy, quietly whispering, “More, touch me more…”

Geiben paused, maintaining a sensibility and asked her. “Are you sure?” He asked clearly and firmly.

She sighed, her head clearing as she looked up at him, her chin on his chest. “Captain, Geiben, fucking pet me already. This is my choice, I’m choosing to lose myself just a little bit for just a little while. We need to let loose every once in a while for our own sanity’s sake. Now touch me!”

“Just making sure.” Geiben smirked, finally satisfied, resuming his scratches on her neck as now his exploring hand reached for the killer spot. He lifted Ms. Sphenta’s dress slightly from the back, feeling the curve of her ass and the shape of her tail for a few seconds, before engaging the base of her tail, giving it a good scratch.

She groaned happily, her eyes glazing over a little bit as her tail swished about freely. Her hands were rubbing against his chest, his shirt denying her the feel of his skin, and all the while her body was starting to move against him as he felt her. She was leaning into his hands, pushing her ass up to get the scratches as deep in her fur as possible. She held enough presence of mind to look up at him, eyes cute and pleading. “Pet me, touch me,” she moaned, “I’ve been so touch-starved.” Her hands were moving over his shirt, trying to pull it off of him.
 
“I thought I bought you plenty of fizzy drinks. How are you still this thirsty?” Geiben lightly toyed with her, one hand keeping the cat-form stimulated by scratching the base of her tail, the other helping to guide her hands to unbutton his shirt, revealing his chest and abs. The captain was actually a bit scrawny, only acceptably muscular, given his long stays in space without gravity constantly rebuilding his body. Still, there was enough to keep the lady happy for now. “Here’s something to suck on.” Geiben placed two fingers in Ms. Sphenta’s mouth, entertaining her tongue.

Aly, of all people, couldn’t judge his strength too harshly, skinny limbs just generally cute enough to get by without muscles making up her body. Her tongue involuntarily worked on his fingers as her tail curled upwards, her ass slowly moving in circles to feel his touch. Finally her hands had something to do, feeling along his chest, moving up to his neck. She purred, a deep noise from her chest that vibrated pleasantly. Her eyes cleared, looking up at him with a smile. “It’s only fair,” she began, her hands slowly pushing her dress down past her breasts to free them. They were smaller mounds, between the realms of sexy and too cute to touch, the middle ground of moderately sized. Her eyes were filled with delight, feeling this all again was heavenly. “Am I still cute, Captain?”

“Only if you get fully out of that hindering dress.” Geiben gave her breasts a light, playful squeeze, before helping her fully escape her dress, leaving her naked in her fur. “That was a lie. You’re cute no matter what you wear.” He smiled, then continued scratching her with one hand, the other exploring newly exposed skin, from her breasts, to her abdomen, slowly creeping towards the forbidden region between her thighs.

She was helpless under his hands, his voice already in her head. She tossed the dress aside without another thought. She was naked, bare before him, golden fur catching the smallest available light and glinting. Shivering as his hands got closer and closer to her most delicate parts, she looked up at him. “Keep going. I’m yours, Captain,” she moaned, breathless, “Show me you know how to give orders.”

“Well first I need to check your quarters.” Geiben faked a stern voice, inserting one hand’s fingers back into her mouth, the other venturing into her nether regions. He clearly had experience, as it took less than a few seconds before he found her sweet spot, and pressed against those areas of her walls, rolling his fingers inside her.

She gasped as his hands felt inside her, his fingers rubbing her best spots, causing all of her to clench up and hold onto him tighter. “Y-Yes Captain,” she murmured around his fingers. Her nethers were already wet, and increasingly so as he played with her. She was enjoying herself, enjoying being played with like this, evident by the smile on her face and her lusty eyes. Her hands were trying to get into his pants, one of them holding onto his shoulder while the other was reaching downward, past the hem of his pants with obvious intent.
 
“You keep your quarters clean, officer, yet you are impatient, I’ve yet to give the orders to uncover the cannon. For that, you will be disciplined.” Geiben let out a chuckle in between his fake captain tone, pulling his fingers out of Ms. Sphenta excruciatingly slowly, below lightly slapping her on the ass twice. “Have you learned your lesson?”

She gasped, a sharp inhale that ended in a little mewl, and nodded. “Yes sir, sorry sir,” she answered obediently. “I was too eager to show you what a good girl I can be. I’ll do whatever you say, like a good girl.”

Geiben feigned a frown. “You are not a girl, officer, you are my commander, albeit a cute one at that.” He slapped her in the bum lightly again. “Understood, commander? Now you may uncover the cannon, but don’t forget to attach its armor.” He reached down in between the cushions of the couch, pulling out a new, packaged condom.

She giggled at them both, looking at the condom with a laugh. “Captain, I’m not in season. Unrestricted firing of the weapon won’t result in anything but a good time.” She took it from his hands, and gently shoved it back into the couch. “But it’s inspiring to know my Captain’s always thinking ahead. Speaking of ahead,” she pulled his pants off with a yank, eagerly removing the last of his clothes to free his cock. The cannon needed to be prepped of course, and she lowered herself to do her duty. She looked into his eyes as she licked at his tip, her rump positioned high in the air as she lightly swayed it behind her, tail swishing happily.

Geiben’s rod was hard and long at this point, and he clenched his teeth, furiously gripping the sofa as it was Ms. Sphenta’s turn to entertain him. Damn, she was good, knowing exactly how to make herself look visually tantalizing, while playing a stimulating oral game.

“You’re an excellent commander, Ms. Sphenta.” Geiben praised her. “Let’s move to a more advantageous battle position.” With great hesitancy, he stood up from the couch and picked up the cat-form in a bridal carry, kissing her deeply in the mouth. He brought her to his bedroom, placing her down before he laid on top of the mattress. “You may resume your preparations, commander.” He ordered her.

She was giggling at their fun, heart fluttering as he kissed her, but it didn’t stop her from getting right back into her preparations. She crawled up on the bed, between his legs, and resumed her positioning. “It would be my pleasure, my Captain.” Eyes looking up at him, ass in the air behind her, and tail swishing happily as she lowered her mouth to slowly take his length. Clearly she had quite literally been designed for this, her rough tongue playing with his length as she started slowly sucking him off, her hands stroking his inner thighs just to add to the feeling.

Geiben clenched his teeth in pleasure. Something felt missing, however. He lightly patted Ms. Sphenta’s head as she sucked him off, “You’ve done good work, Commander, cleaning my cannon. Allow me to help you clean your quarters.” He stuck his tongue out, looking at her playfully and expectedly.
 
She slowly pulled away from his length, making him feel every centimeter of it, before asking him breathlessly. “You don’t think that too below your station, Captain? You’d really help me with that?” She was already shivering, her body humming with desire. She needed something inside her soon.

“Of course. Come now,” He lifted her up to sit on his waist, eyeing to grab her thighs, “Let me see those quarters of yours in desperate need of some cleaning.” She did as instructed, her fuzzy thighs in his hands, bringing herself to hover over his face. She looked down at him, holding herself up to allow him this.

Geiben looked up, inspecting her vagina, wet, already secreting clear liquids. It was a juicy proposition. Without much further delay, he slowly lowered Ms. Sphenta down to his mouth, his tongue intruding on her forbidden compartment. The fluids were salty and sugary, otherwise indescribable, but his tongue pushed forward nonetheless, seeking her happy spots and pressing upon them. Meanwhile, he breathed through his nose rhythmically, the up and down motion of his chest further adding to the stimulation along the cat-form’s walls.

Her shivering body found trouble holding itself up, his tongue shaking her to her core as he lapped away at her juices. She was moaning uncontrollably now, something finally was inside here that had some range. Already she was shaking, trembling with her eyes shut as he broke her down further. With a gasping moan she cried, “I’m cumming, Captain!” giving him fair warning. Some people didn’t like juices in their business after all.

Geiben quickly withdrew his tongue, quickly bringing Ms. Sphenta onto his lap before she shook violently, climax apparent as she moaned in a very high voice, juices splashing with it. Panting, she looked down at him with a dumb smile. “Captain, you’re so kind to help me, you could order me to do anything.”

“Well,” Geiben looked down to his torso, now smeared with Ms. Sphenta’s happy juices. “You somehow made a mess of my ship, what do you think we ought to do about it?” His dick still stood tall, occasionally tapping the cat-form’s tail.

She raised her hips again, moving to put his dick in front of her, her hands moving to stroke him. “If you’ll take suggestions, Captain, I think we should loosen up and play with the cannon some more. I want to see how powerful it is.” She said coyly, stroking him. “I want to feel its power.”

“Cannon in the naughty Commander’s quarters?” Geiben replied coyly back, his cock pulsing in her grip.
 
She nodded, smiling down at him. “Right in the Commander’s quarters, as hard as her Captain wants to go.” She purred, her other hand stroking his bare chest. “However her Captain wants to angle it, and there are so many ways to angle it.”

"Right down the center then, no mercy." Geiben grinned evilly, sitting up and pushing Ms. Sphenta onto the bed instead. He gripped her legs, pulling her so her waist lined up with the edge of the bed and he could stand. Then, he masterfully situated the tip of his cock, resting it at the mouth of her vagina, bulging and pulsing eagerly. He purposefully paused here, looking back at her in giddy anticipation.

She was looking up at him in awe, absolute desire in her eyes. She barely looked like the same person, laying there and smiling up at him with lust written everywhere on her. Her hands were clutching at her chest, looking so small and vulnerable as he prepared to rail her. “Yes Captain, as the Captain wishes,” she whispered, looking at him with her own anticipation.

Geiben smiled further, gripping Ms. Sphenta’s ankles at her waist. “Here comes the salvo.” He thrust into the cat-form, made easier by the fact that she already orgasmed once, the fluids creating well lubricated surfaces. A jolt of pleasure flowed through his body. Satisfied with the insertion, he began to rhythmically thrust, slow and steady at first. Her response was clear, eyes glazed over as she took him as far as he was willing to go, moans unable to be stifled and finally being broadcast to their surroundings.

Her hands grasped into his wrists, needing something to hold on to or she may just lose her mind. What came out of her mouth were half words, small affirmations, moans and mewls as he fucked her. At the moment she was entirely his to play with, and she probably didn’t have the capacity to want him to stop at this point.

A lust slowly overtook the captain as well, as his pounding became more erratic, wilder, harder. Soon enough he was fucking her so hard the whole bed shook. “Gonna… blast you… to smithereens…” He grunted out between hefty breaths, feeling the furry flesh in his hands and at his crotch.

She could finally get words out, nodding quickly as her hands were clutching at his sheets to her sides, “Blast inside me Captain,” she panted with a breathless lust, “deep in my quarters,” she added, gasping with desire. “Tell me I’m a good Commander, a good girl, anything Captain please!” She was pleading, pleading for verbal validation.

“Yes indeed, you’re a great commander, a very cute one.” Geiben huffed, building up as he thrust further. No more than a minute after he roared, “Here comes the railgun!” With one deep thrust, he unleashed his load into Ms. Sphenta’s organ, white fluids escaping his cock, filling her insides, and leaking out onto the bed and floor.

With an addled mind she cried out in release, the feeling of having her womb filled was, quite literally, one of her deepest needs. Her eyes were rolled upwards, claws digging into his sheets, chest heaving causing her breasts to almost bounce. “I’m a good girl!” she declared, “I’m a good kitty...” Panting, she started to regain her sense of self, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I mean, a good Commander,” she giggled at herself.
 
"You're a good kitty, good girl as well." Geiben slowly pulled out, spilling more juices everywhere. He pulled her into his embrace, as he laid down on the bed and let her rest on top of him. "How old are you, anyways?"

She giggled, resting her chin on his chest and holding herself close. “You waited until after you came inside me to ask that? Glad to know you got your priorities straight.” She frowned, clearly thinking in her head. “It should be around 21, 22. Childhood was, well in a very brutal fashion, advanced so I could hurry up and be fuckable.” She shrugged. “I hated my childhood, now that I know what they were doing to me. You get what you pay for I guess. But don’t worry, the MA version of the FBI won’t be knocking this door down. And besides, I’m not a people to most anyway.”

Geiben frowned. He's been here before, having heard the same tales. All the more reason why this movement needs to get off the ground. "Well if you're not concerned a person then I'll be arrested for bestiality." He shrugged, "But the MA does consider you a person, so I'm okay." He looked to change the subject. "Do you want a shower?" The captain offered.

She smiled, nuzzling against his chest. “Very important question before we do anything, how long does it take humans to be ready to fuck again?” She smiled up at him, licking her lips. “I need to know, for science.”

"It depends. For some, a few hours, the more physically able, almost immediately." Geiben pointed at himself. "For various reasons, I need around fifteen minutes, each repeated act giving diminishing returns."

“You sound like you’ve got this down to a science, Captain,” she remarked with another cute giggle. “Not to mention, love the humble brag, ‘only fifteen minutes.’ Promises, promises,” she sighed, nuzzling against him. ”I could use a shower, if you really think you need to throw in the towel,” she teased. “Your Commander won’t judge, but morning may be a little frisky.”

“That sounds hot.” Geiben mused, imagining his previous adventures during breakfast, and smiled slyly. “But I might just have to dunk you into the water just for challenging your captain. Furthermore… why not both?” With his mind made up, he bridal carried Ms. Sphenta’s naked body into his bathtub. It was a simple, but clean and spacious affair, plenty of space for them, either standing, or laying down. Demonstrating his intent, Geiben pinned the catfolk against the glass wall with his body.

She let out a gasp as her back touched the wall, purring with delight as she wrapped herself around him. “Oh, sorry Captain! Your Commander needs to be shown how little faith she has. You probably need to find some way to shut her up.” She looked directly into his eyes, an odd challenge that looked like it was mostly a plea.
 
Geiben didn’t reply, instead shoving two fingers in her mouth and turning her around so her mounds pressed against the wall instead. His length was hardened again, pushing up against her crotch but not inserted, teasing her badly. His free hand turned on the showers to let a warm mist fill the bathroom.

With a little squeak she placed her face against the wall, a fuzzy cheek pressed against the glass. Under that were her breasts, nice and squishy, pressed similarly. Her tail was twitching around his neck, her rump his for the taking. She was whining quietly, trying to contain herself as her basic needs resurfaced and clouded her mind.

This was punishment to himself as well, as Geiben’s member twitched more in protest as well. But he was enjoying every second of it. “Has my commander learned her lesson?” Geiben slid his hand between the wall and Ms. Sphenta’s right breast, giving it a good squeeze, while his two fingers played with her tongue, sinking deeper into her throat.

She whined still, louder, as her tongue swirled around his fingers. She was growing desperate, needy, so filled with desire and unable to speak clearly that she just started moving her ass around, trying to push him inside her. Her hands were firmly placed against the wall, whimpering coming from her throat.

“Oh, so needy.” Geiben shook his head and faked disappointment. He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, letting her whine and speak freely, grabbing her other breast. Squeezy them like stress balls, he finally obliged, and shoved his cock straight into her vagina with one satisfying thrust, and began to rhythmically push.

She gasped with delight as he pushed into her, her body’s need being fulfilled, and now that her mouth was free she made it known. “Oh Captain! I’m sorry, your Commander needs to be reminded of her place!” Her hands moved to his, holding them to her breasts so he could play with them, and she shifted to lean against him instead of the wall. “Teach me my place,” her voice cried pleadingly, “show me what your Commander is good for…”

Geiben’s actions spoke for him. He hugged the cat-folk tightly to his body, fucking her under the warm, comforting shower, thrusting and lightly pinching her delightful nipples to get cute screams out of her, which only enticed him further to push harder, more aggressively. At the same time, however, he tried to exercise constraint and tried not to tax her relatively small body too harshly.

She certainly didn’t seem to mind, taking his movements in stride. She seemed to take delight in not being able to do much, allowing him to use her as he wished, evident by her moans and squeals as he pinched her nipples while he fucked her. Her words weren’t entirely coherent either while still being entirely transparent in her desires, gasping for him to “Own me Captain, use me like you own me,” and “Don’t hold back, I’m yours for the taking, and I can take it.” She briefly would look back at him, mouth agape as she panted and moaned, her eyes glazed over again.
 
“Ownership? You offer your full body, completely to me then, cute commander?” Geiben asked, hissing into her sensitive ears, nipping at them. “What should I call you from now on then? Little doll? Or perhaps something more derogatory?” One hand moved to lift one of her legs up, nearly straight up from the ground, spreading her crotch wide. “My, my, what great flexibility. I will award you for your skills.” He thrust harder into her.

She shivered as he played with her, the light in her eyes brightening with absolute delight. Her body followed his commands, following as he lifted her leg into the air, herself pressing her face into the glass again as she responded with a little mewl, “I want to be your kitty,” came the sheepish request. “Fuzzy and cute, and so, so fuckable…” she gasped, her mind in heavenly bliss as he took greater charge.

“And like a little kitty, so needy, always so thirsty…” He fucked her harder still, filling her insides, his free hand now resuming to explore the rest of her body, going down to her side and naval area, settling on patting and squishing her wet ass. “You’re definitely too cute, I could just eat you up right now.” Proving his point, he bit into her neck, getting a mouthful of wet fur in return.

His teeth against her fur sent jolts throughout her body, even if they weren’t piercing, the sensation, the idea of it, made her moan loudly. Her entire body was shivering with delight, bordering on divine bliss, and with a shudder and a low mewl her walls squeezed harder as she came again, eyes rolled upwards as she was fucked against the wall. Even while she was climaxing she was still moving her ass to keep up with him, trying to take all of him as much as her little body could.
 
Geiben climaxed a few seconds after with a loud grunt, filling her insides with his seed for a second time that night, liquids dripping down into the bathtub. He spun her around and hugged her tightly against the wall as his cock twitched and continued to empty itself in her womb. His mouth was all over and in hers, one hand at the back of her neck, gripping that bit of skin that he knew would keep her content and under his control.

He needed to hold her up, holding her against the wall proving a useful move as she almost collapsed. She weakly held onto him, purring contentedly as he kissed her. His theory was right, that scruff in the back of the neck kept her in check, something to control her with to an extent, and clearly she loved it too. With lidded eyes she asked, “Was I a good kitty, Captain?” as she pulled her mouth away only a few centimeters.

“Of course you were. Now let’s get you all cleaned up.” Geiben assured her lovingly. Right on que, the showers switched to filling the bathtub with warm, soapy water. Pulling out of her slowly, he lowered them both down into the water, with her sitting snugly in his lap. One hand resting on her belly button, Geiben’s free hand started to rub the crevasses under her breasts and the valley in between them.

She sighed, relaxed after an eventful evening, and snuggled against him in the bath with a purr. Even putting his hands on her made her shiver with arousal, her body made to feel some level of pleasure, seemingly on contact. Here, however, she felt safe to indulge, and loudly purred as he stroked her body. She giggled, her eyes still hazy, very slowly recovering from her odd sort of submissive zen, and said, “Kitty’s all sweaty now, all dirty, needs a good washing.” She lightly booped his nose, saying with a smile, “Look what you’ve done to me, Captain.”

“I see nothing but a happy and content kitty.” Geiben smiled back and down at her, now splashing up water to stroke and scrub the underside of her chin. “Unless I’m wrong, Ms. Sphenta. Were you expecting more out of getting to know each other? Or do we have to know each other a bit more?”

Still purring, the haze cleared from her eyes, and he could feel the heat from her face as she responded with a sheepish, “Oh Captain,” she giggled,” We’ve already established that that is up to you.” She leaned closer, her face inching towards his, “My Captain, so sweet and kind, you can get to know me in my entirety, you need only to ask.”

He took the opportunity to give her another kiss, his mind clearing and already thinking about the next steps. He was no stranger to messy relationships, and sitting in his lap was a lady Chongwu who had a lot on her plate. He’ll keep it platonic, but the sex was too good to pass up. The captain took a gamble. “I’d certainly like to know you more, Ms. Sphenta, as co-workers, professionals on the streets… and as sexual partners, wild in the sheets, yes?” He paused with his hands, simply hugging her, waiting for an answer. “If work is stressing you out, you know when and where to find me to relieve you.” Geiben offered her.
 
Her eyes were clear, finally, and it seemed to make all the difference as she seemed to be seriously thinking about his proposal. One hand started to gently trail up his chest, sliding up to hold his cheek as she smiled. “A win/win scenario, my favorite.” She giggled lightly, and moved her face closer. “But it’s only fair to offer you the same. When in doubt, why not come to your own little kitty, so ready to play with you? Fairness is the basis of a good relationship, business or,” she licked her lips, “otherwise.”

“What’s your rate?” Geiben asked with a smile, then turned serious for a moment. “I’m serious, if I use your services, you should be paid for it. I’m not a penny pincher, and I’d rather not short change a friend.” He looked down at her, briefly returning to a professional, officer veneer.

She sighed, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m not a whore, Geiben, not technically. Technically I’m only a little bit of a slut, otherwise I would have charged you already.” She stared into his eyes, her own being deadly serious, those catlike slits peering into his face with intent. “I don’t have a rate. If you need this arrangement to be in business terms, you get stress relief, someone warm from time to time to share blankets with, and I get to be my lesser self for just a little while. You’re doing me a bigger favor than money would be. Got it Cap?”

Geiben stared at her, then returned to a more relaxed smile. “That’s fair. I just want to make sure you’re treated fairly, Ms. Sphenta.” His mouth moved closer to hers, and one hand moved down towards her crotch. “Shall I continue to clean you, kitty?”

She shivered again, happy to be back on track with the caressing, and she nodded quickly. “Please Captain, your kitty is a dirty girl,” she giggled, and added, “And for chrissake, just call me Aly when we’re here, alone. Save yourself the trouble.” She didn’t give him time to argue, pressing her lips to his with a purr.

The captain’s fingers ventured into her vagina once again, pressing against her walls and lightly scooping out any fluids left inside, stimulating her at the same time. He tore his lips from hers for a moment, and smirked evilly. “I don’t know, doesn’t the juxtaposition of the venerable Ms. Sphenta, reduced to a small, cute, manhandled kitty turn you on? I thought this is what you wanted, to be your lesser self for a night.”

He could see in her eyes, as they shifted to the side, that she had decided he had a point. She smiled sheepishly up at him, noting his smile and shivering with arousal again, and said, “Alright, fine, you got me there, but like…” she gulped, “I mean in casual conversation. You can keep doing what you were doing though,” she added quickly, “Because it’s hot.”

“Ms. Sphenta,” Geiben intruded upon her ears with a tantalizing, gripping whisper, gripping her chin with a little bit of force and pressing deeper into her vagina with her fingers. “Of course it’s hot. I might be single, but I’ve been around the block. I know what the ladies like. Especially kitties like you who keep insisting on me to drop all reservations.”
 
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