Pixie Hazard

by Archibald Bradford

There was no other word for it: Donnie was feeling randy.

  She hadn’t lied to Billy before; she had no interest in the female form outside of Bunny’s, which meant that the thrill at the chance of exploring her body was still new.

  Not to mention she wasn’t in bed with a human female, so there was an edge of the exotic to her attraction.

  Unable to resist the temptation, she gently nuzzled her nose between Bunny’s cheeks and drew in a long sniff, savouring the musk of Bunny’s juicy privates.

  The cat had obviously not yet showered that day, so her aroma was strongly tinged with her sweat, but it was not overpowering.

  The purring stopped for a moment at the captain’s sudden inhalation but soon resumed, deeper than before.

  Taking that for a good sign, Donnie used her one free arm to pull Bunny’s cheeks apart as she bent her face down and pressed deeper, drawing in another deep breath through her nose.

  She felt her own pussy get wet at what she was doing.

  Breathing heavily into the cat’s most intimate space, Donnie extended her tongue out to lave it over her puckered asshole.

  The purring stopped again, replaced with a low yowl of surprise and pleasure.

  “DeeDee, waaz appening?” Bunny’s words were bleary as she tried to suss out the captain’s intentions.

  “Shhh, baby. Go back to sleep.”

  The cat sighed.

  “Mmmroowkay.”

  Her face now firmly buried in Bunny’s ass, Donnie smiled at her innocent reply and the blind trust it demonstrated.

  As she had thought the night before: Bunny came from a race of givers.

  Time to give back.

  She extended her tongue and licked her pucker again, longer this time.

  Her vision was dominated by Bunny’s privates, so she didn’t miss the cat’s fingers gliding down to collect the moisture from her juicy pussy.

  Nor did she miss the cat’s moan as she used those same fingers to run slow circles over her sensitive clit.

  Fat chance that she would actually go back to sleep with Donnie so engaged with her ass.

  As her pleasure mounted, Bunny began to writhe and moan with more energy. With one hand at work on her clit the other reached down to grip Donnie’s hair and pull her tighter between her cheeks.

  The captain didn’t complain.

  “Ah. DeeDee.” Bunny whimpered; “Deedee, please... don’t stop. Keep licking.”

  Sensing the urgency in the K’or-Macka’s voice, Donnie obliged, her tongue working harder than before as she explored every contour of the cat’s bum.

  With Bunny’s grip on her head, she used the hand that had been holding her ass cheek to reach down blindly for her face.

  Wanting, needing, to touch more of her feline lover.

  The first thing she felt was Bunny’s lips and teeth, senseless urgency caused the cat to latch onto Donnie’s hand, sucking and gently biting at her fingers as they plumbed the interior of her mouth.

  It was the kind of mindless act that seemed absurd, but during sex became all consuming.

  Meanwhile Donnie had managed to unpin her other arm and slide it underneath and around Bunny’s waist to grip her tight as she pushed her face yet further into the cat’s back porch.

  She had four fingers inside the cat’s mouth by this point, Bunny’s tongue writhing and wriggling between them.

  The K’or-Macka was panting and drooling over the digits from the effort of Donnie’s tongue, but the sexual need in the human’s belly could no longer be ignored. She gripped the cat’s chin from inside her mouth and pressed the back of her head against her groin.

  She felt Bunny’s ear flick against her inner thigh as she brought her knee over her head to hold her in place while she ground her pussy into her skull with ever mounting need.

  Finally getting the stimulation she needed, Donnie let out a deep grunt into Bunny’s asshole, her breath teasing the cat’s privates as her tongue worked furiously to finish what it had started.

  Her face was a mess of sweat, drool and Bunny’s pussy juices, her cheek slipping against the cat’s velvety fur as Bunny’s grip in her hair became slightly painful while she held her ever tighter.

  Donnie loved it.

  “Mmmgwad you taste so fugcking good blaby.”

  Bunny couldn’t answer: she hadn’t stopped working on her clit, madly jilling herself as her breathing began to hitch.

  She rolled her shoulders and arched her back to help Donnie press her skull harder into her nethers as they both began to moan and cry out.

  “BeeBeeeee! It’sth coming! Don’th sthtoooop!” The cat’s words were garbled by Donnie’s fingers, but her meaning was clear.

  “Mnnever baby!” The equally intelligible human slobbered into her cheeks; “I’b mnnebber gubba stob eeding yo asth!”

  She drew her tongue into a point and penetrated the cat’s well-lubricated butthole, her face now pressed as tight into the cat’s body as humanly possible.

  That set her off.

  With paroxysms of pleasure, the alien feline jolted and yowled, one hand freezing on her clit as her other jerked her lover’s head against her ass mercilessly.

  Dimly Donnie heard the faint patter of liquid hitting the bed sheets and she realized that Bunny was squirting literally right before her eyes.

  The incredible sight of the K’or-Macka’s interior muscles spasming and the feeling of the warm fluid hitting her forehead then set her off.

  She extended her tongue as deep as she could into Bunny’s butt as she ground her mons against the back of her head.

  “Fbuck, ahw fubck!” Her cries of ecstasy nearly matched the sporadic release of fluids from Bunny’s convulsing pussy.

  A sudden stinging in one of Donnie’s eyes caused her to close both, but the burning pain of having Bunny’s liquid orgasm in her peeper only made her own climax more intense.

  It wasn’t just the blinding sight of squirting pussy either: everything Donnie felt drove her orgasm onwards.

  The heat of Bunny’s butt cheeks around her face, the faint pain of sharp teeth against her fingers, the warmth and softness of the cat’s waist held tight in her arm, the hardness of her skull against her clit, and most of all the desperately tight ring of muscle trying to force her relentless tongue out of the cat-girl’s ass.

  All of it made Donnie cum hard.

  She did her very best to wrap her legs around Bunny’s head as she bucked against her, unable to do anything but try to maintain the stimulation for as long as possible.

  The shared moment of bliss stretched out into infinity as they writhed together.

  Inevitably it had to pass and Bunny slumped against the bed while the human woman stopped humping her noggin, though her hips kept up a gentle gyration as her body selfishly sought to prolong the already fading memory of ecstasy.

  Donnie pulled her hand out of Bunny’s mouth at the same time as the cat released her head, and she delved her tongue deep one last time to savour the bizarre feeling of the contracting muscle around it.

  Finally she pulled her face free of the purring cat’s now very juicy ass crack.

  They lay in a tangled heap for a long time as their passions cooled.

  “I’ve never had anyone make love to the back of my face before.” Bunny said with a tired giggle.

  “And I’ve never eaten a woman’s ass out so good she squirted in my eye.” Donnie chuckled as she shifted over a bit to avoid resting her face in the rapidly cooling wetness on the sheets; “Actually, I’ve never eaten anybody’s ass before.”

  With another giggle, Bunny stretched and rolled off of Donnie’s arm, peeling her booty shorts off entirely and leaving them on the floor.

  “I couldn’t tell.” She purred before sauntering away.

  While Bunny disappeared momentarily into the captain’s private bathroom Donnie took the opportunity to likewise ditch her sodden underwear.

  There was a brief hiss of running water and a moment later the K’or-Macka was ba
ck with a wet washcloth in hand and a dry towel over her shoulder.

  Donnie sat up onto her elbows as the naked Bunny straddled her, leaning in to give her messy face several loving kisses and a couple of licks before gently wiping away the mess of drool, tears, and intimate juices.

  The captain couldn’t help but sigh at the tender ministrations, especially when the K’or-Macka worked with special care beneath her smarting eye.

  The wet cloth left a cold prickling sensation wherever it went until Donnie’s whole face felt clean and refreshed.

  “It was so hot how eager you were. You surprised me.” Bunny murmured dreamily as she set the cloth aside.

  Pulling the towel off of her shoulder she dabbed away a few drops of moisture from Donnie’s face before folding it neatly and flipping it out to cover the damp circle she had left behind on the bed.

  “I surprised myself.” The captain said as she lay back, feeling incredibly smug but trying not to show it.

  Bunny followed her down for a good snuggle, their naked breasts pressing together as they shared the heat of each other’s skin.

  Donnie drew in a deep breath, causing Bunny’s body to rise and fall slowly on her chest.

  “Mmmm, I like feeling you breathing.” The K’or-Macka remarked as she began to purr again.

  “And I like the feeling of you purring on top of my tits.” Donnie countered before drawing in another heavy breath.

  But her mood turned pensive as the urgent sexual distraction faded and her worries came back to haunt her wakened mind.

  “God, what am I even doing right now?”

  “Hmmm? What do you mean?”

  Absently she scratched one of the cat’s ears as she let out another heavy sigh, betraying her anxieties.

  “Nothing baby, it just feels like I should be getting ready to put out the next fire instead of getting all lovey-dovey with you. Can’t turn my brain off.”

  Bunny rolled over, now lying fully on top of Donnie as she crossed her hands just below her clavicles and rested her chin on them, her face inches from her captain’s.

  “Is there anything you could be doing, right this moment? Or rather, should be doing?”

  Donnie snorted.

  “I need to talk to that kid we saved. Need to figure out what’s in that safe on the transport, need to get a handle on our supply situation-”

  Bunny leaned in and pressed their lips together to still the human’s worries.

  The kiss was soft and sweet and not nearly long enough.

  When it ended Bunny settled her face back on her hands, watching Donnie with her mysterious feline eyes.

  “All of those things sound super important, but they also sound like they can wait until you’ve slept some more. Don’t spend so much time worrying about the next storm that you forget to enjoy the time between them.”

  “Is that a saying from Macka?”

  “No silly. I just made it up.”

  Unlike when Donnie said it, the cat-girl was probably telling the truth.

  “Oh.”

  Bunny sat up again, her thighs on either side of Donnie’s waist as the weight of her freshly-tongued ass settled against her crotch.

  Faintly the captain could feel the cat’s naked pussy lips against her pelvis, a secret wet kiss on her skin.

  “What do you want to do DeeDee? Worry about a storm that might not hit our island...” Bunny bit down on one finger as her eyes hooded; “Or make lovey-dovey with me again? And this time, you can fuck the front of my face!”

  In the dim light of her quarters, Donnie took in the view; once more appreciating the exotic beauty of the kind and wondrous creature currently rocking her luscious fuzzy ass on top of her reawakening groin.

  With one last cleansing breath the captain of the Pixie Hazard flexed her abs to sit up, then ran her hands up Bunny’s thighs until her fingers sank into the cat’s ass cheeks.

  Leaning in for another kiss, her reply came out in a husky whisper that tickled Bunny’s lips.

  “Weather looks fine from here.”

  Chapter 14:

  Morning Woes

  It had been another restless night for Eva; with all of the recent action her mind, like Donnie’s, had spent hours going over everything that could have gone wrong before letting her sleep.

  She was sitting in the common room across from Billy, the doctor’s nose in her datapad as she nursed her coffee.

  No one else was up yet and the two of them had shared little in the way of conversation beyond terse morning greetings.

  Kyle and Maria were dead asleep in their respective quarters while Donnie and Bunny were currently spooning and whispering sweet and nasty things to each other in the captain’s bed.

  Davie and Eniella had all but gone to ground in their bunk after the jump, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what they would be up to if they were awake given the endless innuendo that they had been exchanging since arriving on Kentis.

  Eva’s lips twitched in irritation at the thought of her sister and her so-called lover.

  Both she and Billy were fully cognizant of the fact that they were the only two people on the ship aside from Maria who weren’t getting laid on a regular basis.

  It was an odd thing to have constantly hovering around the edge of their consciousness, but they were used to it.

  Didn’t mean Eva liked it though.

  “You ever been paid for sex?” She asked without prompting, causing Billy to look up from the medical journal she was reading on her datapad.

  “Only with cocktails.”

  The redhead snorted at the dryness of her reply.

  “Guess that counts.”

  With a slight frown, Billy set the datapad down, expecting more of a conversation than that, but when Eva didn’t say anything she opted to risk a bit of a prod.

  “You know that when we worked for the company I had access to your profile. I’m aware of your background, more so than most anyone else on this ship.”

  Eva still didn’t say anything, now staring straight ahead to avoid looking in the direction of her sister and Eniella’s bunk.

  Billy allowed her professional facade to take over as she focused on her crew-mate’s mental wellbeing.

  “We’ve had this... not-conversation before. Several times over the years actually.” The doctor observed; “It’s been my experience that the kind of excitement we’ve been through in the last few days has a way of knocking past memories loose. As always, anything you tell me-”

  “Hardest part was watching it happen to Davie.” Eva broke in.

  Billy had to wait a few breaths for her to elaborate, while the troubled woman mulled over how best to articulate herself.

  “I could take any of it- I would take on all of it- to wipe her slate clean. But the last several years I’ve had to watch as that pink-haired Latin cunt adds to her side of the ledger.”

  “I’m not following.”

  Again there was a pause as Eva ground her teeth together, staring at her mug of tea.

  “One day Eniella is going to go too far with their fucked up little game. One day she is going to hurt my sister for real.” She lifted her chin up to give the raven-haired medic a grim look; “Then I’m going to kill her.”

  Taken aback by the bleak shift in the conversation, Billy pursed her lips as she processed Eva’s words.

  Back in the service the lot of them got on like a house on fire; Eniella and Maria were the first real friends the twins ever had, the first people they trusted other than each other.

  But ever since Eniella and Davie had started hooking up Eva had been pulling away, distancing herself from the Hispanic woman while seemingly growing more irritable by the day towards her sister.

  It was a heavy ten seconds before Billy responded.

  “I feel obligated to point out that Davie isn’t a child anymore, that she is a trained professional in her own right who can certainly take care of herself. But I don’t think that really matters to you, does it?”<
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  Eva took one last pull of her tea before heading into the galley to ditch her mug, speaking as she went.

  “This conversation we’re not having isn’t about therapy doc. It’s a heads-up so you know to get out of the way when that shit goes down. I always liked you, and it would bug the hell out of me if I had to hurt you to get to her.”

  Billy shook her head slightly and took up her datapad again as the dour woman headed towards the showers.

  “Why is it always the redheads?”

  Unfortunately she was too perturbed to focus on her reading and opted instead to check in with her patient, the conversation with Eva settling in the back of her mind as she carried a tray of breakfast to him.

  As she slid the door to medical open she spotted him struggling to get out of bed and immediately moved to help.

  “Hold up tiger. I told you to use the call button if you needed help.”

  “I didn’t want to bother you.” He mumbled awkwardly as she helped him to the tiny bathroom behind the curtain in the corner.

  “It would be a helluva bother if I came in and found you on the floor. You went into vacuum Bryan, it takes a toll.”

  He mumbled an apology as she closed the privacy curtain for him.

  The doctor waited outside, giving him enough space to do what he needed while she thought about everything that he had been through.

  All in all he was holding up fairly well after his emotional breakdown the other day, though she still wasn’t certain that he was ready to go head to head with Donnie, or face the rest of the crew for that matter.

  Once he had finished his business she took the opportunity to give him a physical while he was up, locking the sliding hatch to the infirmary to ensure his privacy as she helped him out of his robe.

  His whole body had a number of bruises ranging from mild to severe from the combined trauma of decompression and Junker boots.

  “How’s the wrist?”

  “It’s fine.” He replied instantly and lifelessly.

  Billy suppressed a sigh as she drew on her vast well of patience.

  “Mister Everson, I’m a doctor. I’m your doctor. Which means there is nothing you can show me that I haven’t seen before. If there is something like blood in your urine you can’t tell me that you’re ‘fine’. I can only help you so long as you let me.”