"I knew I shouldn't have taken this job," muttered Adia as she looked herself over in the elevator's polished metal door. A beautiful TigerMorph looked back at her. She ran her fingers through her headfur and watched her reflection do the same. Adia's shoulders were broad, made to look even broader by her synthleather jacket. The fabric of her white tank-top shirt clung against her full breasts and flat belly like paint on the hull of a ship. Even through her fur, the chill of the air conditioner tickled her. Two soft, round points peered from her shirt, only half hidden by the jacket.

She brushed a bit of lint off her gray ship pants. They were not her best pair and felt snug against her pelvis, but it was all she had clean besides her boots. Designed for a quick link-n-seal with an emergency atmosphere suit, one could usually tell a spacer by their clunky black boots. She wiggled her bare toes in impatience.

Adia glanced up at the level indicator. 105. Ninety-five levels to go before she reached the inspector general's office. She scratched her nose, the chrome polish tickling her nostrils.

"A simple transport," she muttered. "Just watch the ship, get the cargo to port and go home." She turned and watched the ground tumble away in the distance. Her eyes followed the skyline until it reached the inner dome protecting Bradbury City from the cold, thin winds of Mars. "Simple. Yeah, right."

The elevator slowed and announced with a soft ping it had arrived at the 200th floor penthouse. With a soft hiss, the doors parted and a stream of warm air cascaded across her fur. Adia shivered again, the sharp contrast tickling her from the base of her tail up to her neck fur. She pulled her jacket across her chest, realizing her nipples stood out like bullets in the sudden temperature change.

Her boots sank so deeply into the plush, white carpet covering the penthouse floor, Adia thought she would vanish altogether. Around her were windows as tall as she and then some, all darkened. One way viewing, no doubt. In front of her stretched several couches, all of modern design with small tail-wells carved into the red synthleather cushions. Beyond the setting was a massive desk surrounded by a bank of monitors. A high-backed synthleather chair faced the screens as they flickered through securecam footage of the port.

"Please," said a voice from behind the chair. "Make yourself at home." A FoxMorph's tail whipsawed back and forth through the hole in the chair's base.

"I'd rather get down to business," she said. The elevator door clanged shut.

The chair spun and a handsome FoxMorph faced her, eyes glimmering in the soft orange light. He looked nothing like she expected. Most port authority bosses were reedy creatures in cheap suits. He wore a finely woven jacket over a crisp white shirt, both cut to emphasize his broad shoulders.

"The chairs are very comfortable," said the FoxMorph, "And this matter may take a while. Please..." He rose and motioned to the chair. Adia spun it around to face her and sat, her eyes never leaving his. Her jacket fell open and the FoxMorph's eyes darted over her erect nipples.

"Thank you," she said, leaning back and tugging her jacket closed. "You're Rafael Demaros, I presume?"

"If you believe the name tag they have in the building lobby," he said. He tapped the liquid crystal keyboard on his desk, activating it, then punched a macro. "Hold all calls. Privacy. Please." Adia furrowed her brow as the computer whistled in response. He smiled to her. "It's not an AI, I admit, but I like to be polite to my computer."

"I see," she said. "Now, can we get to the matter at hand?

"Absolutely," he said, tapping a few more keys. "Now, two days ago at 18:30 Mars Standard time your protector ship /Deja Thoris/ jumped into stillpoint P7 with the Trader's Guild cargo ships /Nova Hauler/, /Illistree/, and /Sethria/, yes?"

"It's all there in the log," she said, tone curt.

"Just reviewing. Now, at 19:25 you reached Phobos station when you were attacked by a heavily modified /Nostromo/-3 class ship and several remote attack drones hiding in Phobos' shadow, correct?"

"Yes, though --as I said in my report-- I believe they had support on Phobos base or at the station."

"One thing at a time, please," he said, tapping his desk keys. A wire frame replica of the battle appeared in a monitor. "Now, at that time you did engage the ship and it's remotes. You succeeded in destroying all the remotes and damaging the ship, but you were unable to prevent it from reaching a stillpoint, correct?"

"My priority was protecting my charges," she said. "They'd suffered damage and I could not leave them behind to pursue the pirates."

"Actually, that's not in dispute," said Raphael. "During the course of your battle, several chunks of debris collided with privately owned satellites in the system."

"That would be covered by normal insurance," she said, crossing her arms and flicking her ears back in annoyance.

"Yes. If I decided to report it that way," said Raphael, leaning back. Hunger percolated in his eyes, burrowing right through Adia. She felt naked for a moment and her whiskers twitched, sensing danger near. The FoxMorph stood and crossed around the desk, casually tapping a few keys. The images changed, some monitors carrying a modified wireframe showing Adia's ship hitting the satellites along with several drones while others showed her crew in the port's duty-free area.

"Or, I will report that during the battle your sloppy gunners shot down those satellites, thus making you completely liable," he smiled, watching Adia's fist tighten. She rose, eyes narrow. "And I'll have your men arrested on the spot for destructive behavior at port."

"There's no way the charges would stick!" she said, voice barely containing the roar behind her words.

"I don't have to," he said, almost swelling with pride. "Because the accusation will be enough to destroy you and the careers of your men." A shudder ran down Adia's spine. The terrifying truth was that, in port like this, shared by Guild and Alliance ships, she could be wrecked if the forged data files went out. And he knew it.

"This fate can be averted," he said, circling her, predation filling his eyes. "I have the real report keyed up and ready to be sent to the records computer at a single vocal command. The fakes will simultaneously be deleted. As you can see by the hard coded data stream...there is only one copy of the false report. All you have to do is cooperate."

"How? Money?" she said. Every part of her wanted to gut Raphael, spill him across the rug, but any action and he'd trigger the arrest of her crew.

"No," he said, stepping closer. "You." He smiled, unbuttoning his shirt as if it was the most casual thing in the world. "The file will be sent and your men instantly arrested should three trigger actions occur. The first is a word, the second is an motion and the third is a specific sound. So if you don't do exactly what I say, the way I say it, you're finished."

She clenched and unclenched her fist, teeth gritted together so hard they ached. Raphael sat on his desk, a smirk plastered across his muzzle as his shirt came undone. He slipped it off his shoulders. Beneath, his fur was as red as Mars soil, cut only by a splash of show white that traveled along his belly and chest, bisecting his dark, erect nipples.

"Now, this is how the game is played. I tell you what to do and you obey me exactly. Understood?" He paused. "You may say yes or no now."

"Yes," said Adia, trying to calm her voice.

"Good. Now, take off your jacket...and your shirt," he said, his shoes dropping away. Barefoot, his socks were night black. He dangled his leg off the edge of the table, like a pendulum, ticking back and forth, counting the seconds until she complied. Raphael licked his chops, lips smacking together. Her eyes jumped down, catching sight of a deepening bulge in his trousers. Before she could stop herself, her mind conjured up an image of Raphael's cock sliding free of it's white sheath, growing and thickening, leaving a wet streak against the inside of his trousers.

She shoved the image aside. Her crew was at stake. She shrugged her shoulders and the heavy synthleather jacket fell with a heavy clunk, smacking the back of her boots. Adia pulled at the hem of her shirt, tugging it free of her jeans. The fabric snapped up, jigging her breasts, running the fabric of her shirt against her jutting nipples.

Under her breath, she cursed her mother for passing along her well endowed figure. She crossed her arms, grabbing the hem of her shirt and pulling upwards. Her round, heavy breasts fell against her ribs, black nipples poking through her orange and white fur, hard and sensitive from the temperature shifts. Static crackled around her ears as she pulled herself from her top and let it fall beside her. A chill slid down her body as Raphael's eyes ran over her naked breasts.

"You've such lovely teats," he said, voice low. "Play with them..."

Damn you, she thought. She cupped her breasts, letting the weight fall against her palms, and lightly rubbed her thumbs around the edges of her areola. With each circle, she avoided true contact, but even this sent her body into rebellion. She gasped, quickly stifling it, as the touch drew pleasure.

"No," said Raphael. "I meant play with them for real.

Adia pressed her lips together into a thin, black line. Shoulder slumping with resignation, she cupped her breasts, pressing the warm mounds together, then sliding her hands over her fur until the tips of her nipples brushed against her palms. Raphael chuckled, watching her knead her heavy mounds, pinching and fondling her deep brown teats. His pants bulged outwards, the inverted V of his cockhead showing through the thin fabric.

A rush of warmth traveled down Adia's belly. Gods, she hated her original designers. She cursed their extinct hides as blood rushed between her thighs, responding to her caresses by plumping her cunny lips. Her breasts slid from her hands, bouncing against her, before she clasped them once more, pressing warm globe against warm globe. Her mind joined her body in rebellion, imaging a thick, red cock pressed in the white cleft between her bosoms, drooling clear precum...

"Turn around," commanded Raphael. Shaken from her reverie, she obeyed, turning away from him. Adia smacked herself mentally. She'd never bothered to resist, not even pause, when he spoke his command. "Remove your boots."

Gazing down at her spacer boots, she reached for the seals. Behind her, only the noises of someone shifting on the desk, the squeak of fur and flesh on wood, revealed Raphael's staring eyes. Tail bumping against her calves, she unsealed the left boot and kicked it free. The right followed, falling atop it's brother with a thump. She wiggled her toes, nail-claws catching on the plush rug.

Her pants' waistline contracted around her, pulled against her belly as tried to rise. "Stay down," said Raphael's voice, now close. She could almost feel the heat from his fur rising from him. With a sharp tear, the ripping of velcro against velcro, two fingers yanked open the tail flap of her pants and they slid down, baring her buttocks.

"Take them off," said Raphael. Remaining bent over, the ache in her back distracting her from the ache growing between her legs, she pinched the fabric on her thighs, tugging down. Her hips shrugged free of the waistband and, pockets heavy with bric-a-brack, her pants tumbled into her hands. She pulled them off her calves and down around her ankles. A rush of air tickled her between her thighs. Adia winced, not realizing how damp she'd become.

Raphael's hand clasped her buttocks, digging into them. A second hand grasps her, spreading her cheeks apart, letting a gust of warm air caress her beneath her tail. She saw his shadow bend over, muzzle against her backside. Adia pictured him eying her swelling cunny lips, inhaling her scent, tongue flickering over his canines...

His shadow stood up and its fingers slid against her cheeks, dipping between her legs. "You're wet," he declared, smug and confident. "I guess the captain likes taking orders." He brushed against the sensitive spot just beneath her tail-base and she gasped, then stifled it as best she could.

It was too late. Raphael's fingers caressed. the patch of skin just above her dark, puckered anus. She squirmed, moving herself away from his fingers but she only succeeded in sending more warm rushes into her lips. He slid his hand downwards, middle finger splitting her plump lips apart, dipping into her fresh wet nectar with a thick squelch. Before she could even moan, he smeared her juices across her anus and tail base. Then his hand vanished.

"Turn around." Adia stepped free of her panties and turned to face him. "Kneel." Soft carpeting muffled the impact of her knees against the floor, her breasts bounding against her chest. Raphael's cock pressed against the thin fabric of his pants, the head and sheath visible. "You want this?"

Shivering, Adia nodded. But Raphael shook his head.

"Say it," he said.

"I want it," she said, clenching her legs together.

"You want what?" He leaned forward and cupped her breast, stroking her nipple into painful erection.

"I want..." She gulped down a mouthful of air. "I want your cock..."

Raphael grabbed her head, fingers twisting themselves into her mane. He yanked her against his crotch, rubbing his sex against her nose, the fabric separating her from his shaft scratching her whiskers. He pulled apart the flap of his trousers and his cock, pink and wet, sprang free in a cloud of heated musk that drowned her senses.

The head of his cock, already wet with a pearl of sticky liquid, forced open her lips. Adia gagged as he opened her jaw, massaging the pressure points until she accepted his thick shaft, allowed it to slide down her tongue. "Get it good and wet," he demanded. "Get it as wet as your pussy...."

She moved her mouth and tongue around his shaft, slurping like a child sucking on a treat as she lubricated it. Her rough tongue caressed the head and Raphael gasped in pleasure, then tightened his grip on her hair. Then, he pulls free, a thin string of spittle running from her lips to his sex.

"On your back," he said, planting his foot on her shoulder and kicking her against the floor. She gasped, the wind kicked out of her for a second. Long enough for Raphael to straddle her, wedging his shiny cock between the white furry mounds of her breasts. Taking her hand, he pressed her palms against the sides of her bosoms, closing the her cleavage around his shaft. Groaning, he thrust himself between her voluptuousness.

"I should cum all over your face and tits," he said, huffing, his tail finding its way between her legs, the bottlebrush fur caressing her soaking lips. Adia moaned, splaying herself obscenely as a flush traveled up her body. Inside, a voice protested, angry and snarling at the indignity of this creature plunging his cock between her tits, threatening to cum on her like a rag. But waves of desire drowned the voice.

"Please," she begged, rolling her tongue out, licking at the cock as it appeared and vanished between her breasts. Thick, salty drops of semen coated her tongue as she wetted his shaft. Raphael dug his thumbs into her nipples, pressing into the soft skin as his shaft rubbed against the ruff of fur covering her heart.

"No," he said, pulling away. "I think I'll come in here..." He grabbed the underside of her knees, hoisting her legs up and apart so her swollen red lips spread apart and the tight black star of her anus popped into view. Angling his hips, he slid himself into her wetness. Adia clenched, legs scissoring together, holding him in place as his cock buried itself inside her. Each thrust mingled with a wet squelch and the slap of his testicles against her.

When Raphael leaned against her, the furry ring of his sheath pressing against her aching clitoris like a rough brush, Adia arched her back. A shockwave traveled from her dripping sex along her spine, through her belly, over her aching nipples and right into the center of her brain. She cried out, arching her back and moaning as a ripple of hot blue orgasm passed through her.

"No fair," said Raphael, frowning and slowing his thrusts. "I got you too riled up." He halted, holding himself inside her.

"You broke character, dear," said Adia, purring. "Where's the Raphael the dom?"

"Right here," he said, taking his wet cock from her sex and smacking it between her breasts again. Adia gasped in surprise, mouth opening just as the sensitive organ sprayed a long, thick string of cum onto her muzzle and lips. She yawped in surprise, then leaned forward and caught the remnants of his orgasm on her tongue. The salty-sweet clung to the roof of her mouth as she swallowed.

Raphael slumped into her arms and she purred, holding him close, the character of 'Adia, the secret submissive captain' fading in her mind. Now she was just herself again. Just Adia, holding her boyfriend close and enjoying the first joint shore leave she had with him in months.

"Enjoy the game?" asked Raphael, licking her ears. She nodded, running her hand along his chest.

"Yeah. Most fun I've ever had on shore in a while," she said, kissing him, letting him taste his seed on her lips. "Shower next?"

"Yeah," Raphael said, smiling. "Then you get out your thigh-high boots. We get to play my game next time..."

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