Donnie made it easy for him though, if only a little.
“It will break it harder to know it.” She said bluntly; “And I’m sure it would break yours even worse if you show up at home for Christmas only for a kill-team to come in right after you. They’re very thorough kid, trust me.”
Despite the death of Christianity on Old Earth, Christmas was still a widely celebrated holiday.
It was way too profitable an event for the corporations to ever let it die.
Once again he drew in a steadying breath, then wiped away his tears.
“Thank you, Captain. For everything you’ve done for me.”
She grunted a reply, not overly comfortable in the face of his youthful sincerity.
It was way sexier when Bunny did it.
“Yeah, well here’s the thing. Maria has been sulking pretty ruthlessly since she got hit. And Bunny won’t leave me alone about those vegetables you promised her.”
He didn’t interrupt her, far too taken aback by what she was saying.
She was pretty surprised herself given that she had made the decision barely three seconds previous.
“If you agree to stay out of the way, to set up your grow-op and to help out how and where you can on the Pixie, than you can stay with us for a spell. At least until the heat dies down on you. Beyond that, we’ll see.”
He blinked rapidly as hope returned to him; he had sense enough to know that he wasn’t going to last long away from the veteran marines and their guns.
He had all but consigned himself to an early grave.
“I... I won’t let you down.”
“Just to be clear. I’m not paying you anything. You’re paying me for passage on my boat.”
“Right.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts, still feeling uncomfortable with the whole conversation.
“And speaking of passage, we need to keep the passenger bunks open to those not paying in produce so you’ll have to bunk with Maria, if she’s okay with it. That might seem like a good thing now, but it’ll get old. Trust me. Women can be grosser than men. All it will take is for you to walk in on her while she’s changing her tampon and your dick will shrivel up forever.”
“I’ll be careful.”
His stupid grateful smile remained and it flustered her all the more.
“Okay, I got work to do, go and... help Bunny or something. Just go and not be here anymore.” She finished with an impatient gesture of her hand towards the door.
He finally left, but his smile remained as he did.
Eniella’s busted nose aside, the Pixie Hazard and her crew weathered the precipitous plunge onto Lewanna fairly well all things considered.
While her carapace armour was battered and had a nasty crack along the keel from the enemy railguns, the worst of the damage was from the impact of the lifeboat, but even that hadn’t been enough to break her back.
With a bit of help from some grateful locals Kyle and Eniella had the aging dropship space-worthy inside of two days, though all they could really do was patch her up, both mechanics now desperately wanting time in dry-dock in a proper facility somewhere.
Meanwhile the crew took the addition of their newest member in characteristic fashion.
Maria was predictably over the moon, though she tried her best not to show it for fear that Donnie might change her mind.
Billy likewise approved, happy for the chance to keep her former patient alive.
Not really having a stake in the kid beyond what he could do for Maria, Davie and Eniella were cool with it: both of them just happy to see her happy.
Eva pretended to be annoyed, but secretly felt the same way as her sister and her lover. Though unbeknownst to anyone she already had a knife picked out for use on Bryan’s inside parts if he ever hurt her best friend.
Kyle was a little more cautious than the rest, but ultimately he didn’t see a pressing need to turn the kid out.
As for Bunny, well...
The K’or-Macka hummed happily as she skipped through the common room towards the galley where Donnie was putting her mug away; once she reached her she wrapped three out of four limbs around her and kissed her with audible enthusiasm.
“Mwwaaaaah!”
“Mwah to you too baby.” The captain said with her hands cupping the cat’s ass to help her support her weight; “But what’s the occasion?”
“You’re letting Bryan stay, so-” Once again their lips mashed together, ending the same as it had before; “Mwwwwaaah!”
Donnie laughed with a bit of discomfort.
“Alright, alright! Don’t get all wet over it. I’m just doing it for the vegetables. So you better make it worthwhile come suppertime!”
Bunny giggled as she kissed her captain all over her face in rapid succession before finally releasing her.
“You can lie to yourself all you want DeeDee, but you’re not fooling me! Now how about I make it worth your while right now instead?”
With one finger the K’or-Macka held up a particularly impressive strap-on that caused Donnie to balk immediately.
“Christ! Remind me to ban the kid from growing eggplants! That is way too big for me baby!”
But Bunny’s smile remained as her head tilted down, her expression turning coy.
“Oh no. That bit isn’t for you DeeDee.”
She shifted her finger slightly so that the sexual contraption spun in midair, revealing that on the inside of the strap-on was a much more reasonably sized dong.
“Is that...”
“The World Ender? With built in haptic-feedback coils and automatic lubrication reservoirs?”
Bunny couldn’t recite any of the universal constants in mathematics, nor could she do much more beyond cooking and cleaning on the ship, but when it came to sex-toys the horny alien was in her element.
Donnie swallowed, intimidated for the first time in many years.
Bunny’s smile widened even further.
“Why yes. It is. Would you like to fuck me with it DeeDee?”
The product was legendary.
The feedback coils that Bunny mentioned were specifically designed to mimic the other end of the strap-on’s motions inside of the wearer’s partner.
The tagline Illicit Incorporated had come up with for that particular brand of sex toy?
Go fuck yourself.
Donnie had to clear her throat before she could speak, but when she did her tone was eager.
“Why yes.” She echoed Bunny’s playfulness; “Yes I would.”
The K’or-Macka was quick to drag the keen captain into her quarters, the two of them settling in for an exciting evening while the members of the crew that witnessed the exchange shared amused chuckles.
Meanwhile, in the Pixie Hazard’s armoury below deck, a mysterious black box sitting forgotten on Eniella’s workbench came alive with a dull hum.
The End
About The Author
Make no mistake gentlemen, the time traveling space cat known as Lieutenant Archibald Bradford (Pronounced left-ten-ant like the British say it, because it sounds more dignified) loves to write smutty books. But unlike all the other deviant housecats out there, he likes his books to have interesting characters…
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Other Books By The Lieutenant
The Heartstone Saga
Book 1 - Empath Rising
Book 2 - Legacy of the Valkyrie
Book 3 - Home of Consequence
Book 4 - Dark Empathy
*Book 5 - Light of the Aegis
*Erotic Collection - Amorous Interlude
Pixie Hazard
Book 1 - Junker’s Paradise
*Book 2 - Scion’s Son
*Book 3 - Danger Close
*coming soon...ish
Hazard
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