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  “You object to me hanging around here?” Donnie asked the medic while she sipped at her coffee.

  Billy shrugged.

  “You can sleep in the other gurney if it makes you hard, just don’t fool around with my patient.”

  “Wouldn’t dream of it Billy.”

  An hour later the doctor went to get some chow with the others, leaving Donnie alone with the injured K’or-Macka.

  They made small talk for a bit, until eventually the captain hopped onto the other gurney and stared at the ceiling, one arm behind her head.

  “Are you tired DeeDee?”

  “After all the excitement? I won’t be sleeping for a while. How about you?”

  She heard a rustle as Bunny shrugged.

  “I am. But I’m also... not.”

  The suggestion in her words was hard to miss and Donnie chuckled at the invitation.

  “Focus on the first part. Billy would strangle me if we messed around.”

  Bunny sighed heavily.

  “Oh alright I suppose.”

  She fell silent after that while Donnie mulled over the day’s events, her mind circling over and over again to Bunny motionless on the ground and the jolt of terrifying pain she felt at the sight.

  Finally she had to say something.

  “Okay sure, maybe I was crying a little bit when I thought you were... But you scared the crap out of me Bunny! Your fuzzy little ass has wormed its way into my heart and now I kind of want to lock you up on the ship to keep you safe forever and-”

  The rush of words from Donnie stopped when the sound of Bunny’s soft snoring greeted her heartfelt admission.

  She frowned and rolled onto her side to glare at the sleeping kitty, curled up and dreaming despite the EEG rig still strapped to her head.

  The captain clicked her tongue in indignation, but smiled at the sight of the peaceful cat.

  “Heh, you little shit.”

  Chapter 5:

  Balance Owed

  Late into the night on Kentis, soft music was playing from the console in one of the bunks aboard the Pixie Hazard, setting the mood for the couple that shared it.

  With Kyle’s help Eniella had made the modifications to the ship’s sensors and her girlfriend had been relieved from her watch by Eva, so the two of them were sharing an intimate moment in their bunk.

  Davie was lying in bed face-down and shirtless, with an equally underdressed Eniella straddling her waist.

  The pink-haired woman had put a haptic feedback sleeve over her robotic arm and was currently spoiling her lover with a proper back rub.

  It was long overdue in Davie’s opinion.

  “How’s your throat baby?”

  “Still sore.” The petite redhead pouted; “Next time I think it should be you taking care of Kyle while I get spoiled by Bunny.”

  Eniella leaned over and kissed her on her ear multiple times, her bare breasts pressing into Davie’s freckled back.

  “Aww, mi amor don’t say that! You’ll almost make me feel guilty.”

  “Mmmm, I love it when you play up the Latin-seductress thing... Guh, tha’s good.” Davie mumbled as her lover sat up again to resume the massage.

  “Which is? Making me feel guilty or... this?” Eniella pressed into her knotted shoulders harder with her robotic thumb.

  The only reply she got was a deep moan as Davie’s eyelids fluttered.

  “Neither. I was just remembering Kyle’s cock, maybe if I ask nicely Bunny will let him fuck me raw with it.”

  Eniella clicked her tongue and roughly rolled Davie onto her back, the massage over.

  “Hey!” The redhead whined.

  But her complaint faltered when she saw her girlfriend lean down and hover her face over her groin.

  “Evidently I need to remind you that this-” The pressed her teeth into Davie’s nether-lips to punctuate her point; “-belongs to me.”

  The pilot gasped and squirmed beneath her as Eniella’s hand disappeared from view.

  “But don’t worry. I borrowed a little something from Bunny earlier, so you don’t need to worry about getting fucked raw.”

  Without preamble she shoved the borrowed dildo into Davie’s juicy quim.

  Her helpless victim gasped again, wincing in pain at the rather abrupt intrusion.

  “Ow! Eniella go easy!”

  “So long as you don’t forget that this pussy is mine, I will.” The Hispanic woman taunted as she eased the dildo out of Davie’s pained privates.

  The redhead was back to pouting.

  “You know it’s yours, what do I need to do, start calling you daddy?”

  Eniella chuckled throatily, then swooped down to kiss her lover several times around her mouth by way of appeasement.

  “I think we would need to borrow a proper strap-on for that game.”

  As she spoke she slipped the synthetic dong back into Davie’s cunt, much gentler now.

  Slick wet sounds sounded around the room as she worked the sex toy with her tireless robotic arm, each thrust accompanied by the pilot’s sighs of pleasure.

  Despite Eva’s frequent objections, Davie was head over heels in love with Eniella, and no matter what her sister thought, she knew that the Hispanic woman was just as smitten with her.

  She just... showed it differently.

  Eniella was possessive, but that didn’t make Davie her possession. That was the part she couldn’t get Eva to understand: it was all just a kinky game.

  A game that made her very wet.

  She groaned as her lover began to pick up the pace a bit, pushing the dildo in just slightly too far to add a spice of pain to Davie’s pleasure.

  “Look at me, my little ginger angel.” A cheeky smirk stole across her olive-skinned face as Davie did as she asked, panting slightly; “Look at your daddy while she fucks you.”

  The pigtailed redhead laughed then, unable to help herself as she surprised the Latin minx on top of her.

  “Yeah, we’d definitely need the strap-on for that!”

  Eniella’s eyes narrowed and her cheeks reddened slightly as the hand working the dildo paused.

  “Maybe, though you’d have to lube it up for me. I think I would enjoy fucking your face like Kyle does.”

  Davie arched her brow and reached up to press a finger to her lips.

  “Tut tut baby. You’re supposed to be spoiling me. Or did you forget why Kyle was fucking my face?”

  She matched her lover’s intense glare to drive home her point.

  Davie shared her sister’s passionate temperament: she simply channeled it better; she wasn’t powerless just because she willingly submitted to her girlfriend.

  Though that was a fact she had to remind Eniella of on occasions such as this.

  “Now get that thing out of me, it’s about time I sat on your face so that you can remind me that you really do love me.”

  Recognizing the stakes, Eniella smiled and did as she was told, the power dynamic between them shifting in that single moment.

  “As you wish... mi cielo.”

  My sky.

  She stretched out beside her and folded a pillow in half to support her neck for what was to come.

  Moments later her vision was dominated by Davie’s freckled tushy as the pilot sat on her mouth without ceremony.

  “Make me feel good my Pink Princess, and maybe I’ll return the favour.”

  Her hands cupped the other woman’s modest breasts as she rocked slightly on her face, settling in for the ride.

  Eniella’s arms gripped Dave’s thighs as her tongue probed between her lower lips, tasting the tang of sweat and intimate fluids from the work she had done with the dildo.

  She knew when to push back and when to shut the fuck up and eat pussy.

  Once again the air was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking: groans from Davie and wet grunts from Eniella.

  The pink-haired woman spread her thighs in invitation, revealing her own glistening privates, but she wasn’t expecting anything.r />
  She knew the rules of the game they played.

  Her hands stroked up Davie’s thighs and onto her sensitive waist, then up her ribs and around her chest until she was likewise massaging her lover’s breasts.

  Meanwhile Davie had begun to rock her hips with more force, grinding her mound into the working mouth as she panted from the erotic energy in the room.

  A few seconds later and Eniella dimly noted that Davie’s hands had left her breasts, but she was too focused on the task at hand to wonder why.

  She got the answer soon enough though when the redhead hunched over her and began to work the dildo over her pussy.

  “You’re doing- ah! Good...” She moaned; “Make me cum and I’ll use this properly.”

  She was drawing clumsy circles around Eniella’s clit with the blunt tip of the pseudo-cock; it wasn’t much stimulation given her unfocused state, but it served as a constant reminder of the promised rewards for good behaviour.

  All Eniella could do was grunt out an eager response, her face completely engulfed with Davie’s freckled ass cheeks and her mouth far too busy devouring her juicy slit.

  Though she did spread her thighs wider involuntarily.

  Fairly soon the wet dildo was dropped onto Eniella’s abs as Davie sat up again, her hands seizing the backs of Eniella’s on her breasts as she hung on for dear life.

  The redhead let out a guttural grunt and her girlfriend’s mouth was beset as she ground into her with more force, trying to catch her elusive orgasm.

  For a solid twenty seconds Davie fucked her pussy into Eniella’s working lips and tongue, gyrated her pelvis until she finally seized up, her breathing hitching as the first wave of ecstasy consumed her.

  She cried out as she released her breath with a hoarse gasp, her thighs and hips juttering spastically while Eniella squeezed her breasts tight.

  The orgasming woman’s eyes were wide as she arched her back and neck to stare at the ceiling, seeing nothing as fireworks exploded throughout her body.

  After several more intense cries and a few more forceful gyrations into Eniella’s face, Davie finished, slumping over on top of her lover and panting into her pelvis.

  Between her legs Eniella’s tongue stilled; though she still suckled and kissed at her outer lips, she recognized that it was time to ease off.

  Dimly Davie was aware of something wet below her chin; lifting herself up she spotted the dildo again.

  She grinned and, feeling a surge of smugness, she secretly took it past her lips and eased it over her tongue to the back of her mouth.

  Her eyelids fluttered closed as she rapidly throated the dildo a few times, reminding herself of the soreness from the other day and the musky taste of Kyle’s cock when he had fucked her face.

  It made no sense to her: she loved the taste of cock yet loathed the taste of cum.

  It wasn’t fair really.

  In any case she shook off her reverie when she spotted Eniella’s thighs closing, her lover resigning herself to having her own desires unfulfilled.

  With a harsh smack to her knee, Davie stopped her as she sat up and buried her girlfriend’s face in her privates again.

  Moments later she worked the dildo back over the other woman’s hooded clit.

  “You made me cum baby, so I suppose that deserves a reward.” She spoke at Eniella’s chin, the only part of her face she could see; “Now, do you want it soft... or do you want it hard?”

  A second later she moaned with pleasure as she felt an awkward gust of air tickling her cunt when Eniella tried to speak.

  “Sthofft.”

  Davie throated the dildo one final time to ensure that it was slick enough, then she wiggled her ass against Eniella’s face.

  “Hard it is, now get back to work baby. You stop licking, I stop fucking.”

  Eniella let out a whining groan of protest between her thighs as Davie drove the dildo home with a wicked grin.

  Payback was a bitch.

  Chapter 6:

  Fire and Fury

  The night after the ambush Donnie opted to relocate the Pixie a few dozen kilometers from the original drop-site in a bid to avoid further trouble.

  Then in the morning it was back to work, and after several hours of digging through filth, tempers were wearing thin.

  “Captain, Hooker says her thingy is beeping. You copy?” Eniella said over the coms.

  Donnie scowled as she helped Kyle flip over a chunk of a shipping-tanker’s hull, only to discover a pile of garbage underneath so putridly rotten that she felt like she could smell it through her suit.

  “I copy, but I need more than that, Eniella.”

  A few seconds of static later and the pink-haired woman got back to her with a better answer.

  If only slightly.

  “She says the battery must be low.”

  Clad in Billy’s exo-suit in case of another Junker ambush, Kyle offered Donnie a surprised look she couldn’t see through his helmet before clumsily engaging the suit’s coms to talk to the Pixie directly.

  “Eniella, it’s Kyle. The sniffers don’t need batteries, they’re solar. What does the screen say?”

  “One sec...” She kept the line open as she got more information and ten seconds later she relayed Eva’s reply; “She says it must be broken then.”

  Donnie cursed.

  “Dammit Mendez, get a straight answer out of her or I’m giving Kyle both of your assholes for a present!”

  “Hey, that could be fun.” Eniella mused.

  “MARINE!”

  “Right, sorry! She says she’s picking up on enough iridium to build the Pixie a little sister. That can’t be right though, can it?”

  Donnie and Kyle shared another startled look.

  “Send her transponder coordinates to my HUD.”

  “Wilco Skip.”

  They linked up with Maria and Eva in less than a half hour; they were all staying closer to the ship in her new location as an extra precaution against the Junkers.

  The pair were hanging around amidst several towering piles of scrap metal and were feeling pretty pleased with themselves.

  The captain got straight to the point.

  “Talk to me.”

  “Pretty sure we found the source, Skipper.” Maria’s voice was bright and eager as she spoke; “Eva? You wanna do the honours?”

  “Oh you know that I do.” She stepped towards the pile of scrap.

  Donnie could hear the laughter in the redhead’s voice; it was a rare thing for her to be in such a good mood.

  Eva picked up a heavy pipe and took a second to find the right spot in the pile, then pounded against it hard.

  A hollow boom greeted her efforts.

  “So what kind of bonus am I looking at for finding my own ship?” She could not have sounded more superior if she’d worked at it.

  Donnie rested her shotgun against her shoulder to free her left hand and vaguely wave at the massive pile of scrap.

  “What makes you think it’s a ship? Could be a decommissioned hover-bus hiding under all this shit for all we know.”

  “That’s what we thought at first. But it’s definitely a ship.” Maria said, indicating a point somewhat to Eva’s right.

  With the potentially lucrative find right under her nose, Donnie was losing patience with the self-satisfied pair.

  “Would you two knuckleheads just finish the show and tell already?”

  A chuckle from Eva made her grit her teeth, but the little ginger didn’t push it.

  “We found the hatch Captain, it’s right over here.” She threw a thumb to her right.

  The skipper pursed her lips and approached the hatch.

  “And you just found it like this?”

  Maria shook her head.

  “No the ass-end of this assembly arm was propped up against it. Hooker sort of got lucky, threw a chunk of metal at the heap and heard the gong. That’s how we thought to look for the hatch.”

  Donnie’s head was shaking back and for
th as a feeling of unease washed over her.

  “I don’t like this. If this ship is intact, why is it here? And if it’s junk, why is it so completely and totally buried at the bottom of this huge scrap heap, while one hatch just happens to be accessible by shifting one thing?”

  Maria and Eva both shouldered their repeaters and began to scan the area again.

  “You thinking bait Skipper?” The muscular blonde asked.

  But again Donnie shook her head.

  “That’s an expensive piece of bait! No. Someone put this ship here to hide it.”

  “Lucky us.” Eva snorted; “Finders keepers right?”

  Donnie put her hand on the hatch but didn’t try to open it.

  “Do we seem the lucky bunch the last few weeks?”

  The little redhead didn’t say anything, which was usually what happened when she thought someone else was right.

  The skipper turned from them to face Kyle, still struggling to get used to the gyros in Billy’s exo-suit as he shifted some more debris away to reveal more of the hull.

  “Kyle, you’ve been quiet. Use your words.”

  “I gotta say, I’m with Eva. Look!” He pointed at a barely legible smudge that meant nothing to her; “This manufacturer makes a heap of the same parts as are in the Pixie. I can’t tell you how badly I want to get in there and strip her down to nothing!”

  Donnie mulled it over for another few minutes.

  For sure the ship was too intact to be on Kentis, but they needed the parts, and they certainly needed the deks for the salvage.

  They only had the one option really: they’d have to risk it.

  She turned to the others who were on tenterhooks waiting for her call.

  “Alright Kyle, you get your way.” She sighed, then gestured at the hatch; “How long to get inside?”

  She couldn’t see his smile through the opaque visor, but she could hear the excitement in his voice.

  “No time at all Captain! Just need my plasma cutter from the Pixie, I’m assuming you don’t want to try to take the ship intact?”

  “I dunno. If she’s space-worthy then we can fly her to port, take the parts we need from her and sell the rest. Or just sell her whole and get brand new parts for you to fuck around with.”