TiTS: On the Frontier [Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Name: Annette "Annie" Becker
Race: Cowgirl (Treated Human)
Age: 46
Gender: Female
Appearance:

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Background: Annette was born on the idyllic plains of New Texas, a world on the frontier of known space and an overall peaceful place to rear a family. She found herself in a not entirely unusual circumstance, born to a native New Texan and a space-faring traveler looking to slake his appetites on the world's notoriously salacious population. To hear it told, her good ol' dad, though he hadn't the decency to stick around to see her come into the world, was quite a big shot among the planetary rushers who scoured the unknown every time a new gate opened up ever more of the galaxy to explore. The knowledge that she came from such roots inspired the young Annie, who wondered just how different her life would be if she had been spirited away by her star faring sire. When she came of age, the Treatment put a kibosh on that desire, as it did with so many young New Texans, but the wonder never quite left her.

Perhaps it was that wonder that led her to eventually meet her future husband, a similarly roguish young Terran by the name of Henry Becker. Having lived out the waning days of the last rush, there were no shortage of tales to regale the young cow-girl with, and the two ended up a quick couple, albeit even quicker lovers. It was clear that with the final few planets all but picked clean, there was little more use for an explorer in his prime than the life of a gun for hire. Between risking it all for credits, or deciding to settle down with a bovine beauty, the choice seemed obvious. Annie convinced her beau to become her bull, and after the Treatment turned him from handsome to hulking, they settled down on a farmstead not far from the very port he landed at and got down to starting a family.

Life on the farm was sweet and easy, with three children and twenty five years of marital bliss to call their own. Tragedy struck shortly after their youngest headed off-world for university, however, when complications from poorly tested mods undergone in his youth took Henry from her. Despondent and lost, Annie struggled to find purpose, keeping herself from sinking into the depths of despair. The announcement of a new set of gates opening, and another planet rush descending upon the UGC offered her that purpose.

Putting together her savings from years of goods harvest, Annie saw to buying a beat up old freighter and enough goods to keep it going for a year. A little paperwork later and she acquired the requisite licenses to become a proper rusher. Now she sets off to make her own way in the 'verse, as she had always dreamed, and as her husband before her had.

Perks:
Bovine Resilience:: Owing in part to good genes, and the Treatment's effect on her body, Annie is a real sturdy kinda gal. She can take a real pounding, both physically and sexually, shrug off fatigue and illness easier than most, and generally come out of most adverse situations smelling like a rose. It's also given her an ungodly alcohol tolerance, to the chagrin of many a bar trawler looking for an easy lay.
Country Charm: Annie's always been somewhat doting, and the Treatment only enhanced her ability to pick up on subtle emotional cues to figure out just what people need to hear. She can be a real sweet-talker when she wants to be, and endeavors to make the people she talks with feel special and cared for.
Cowgirl Musk: The Treatment left Annie, like many cow-girls, with the ability to produce some pretty powerful pheromones. Aside from giving her a sweet, pleasant scent, they serve to arouse potential partners with the promise of a soft, supple body to rut against. The pheromones get especially potent when she's aroused, and the scent of her sex at the height of her arousal has caused at least a few young bucks to blow into their shorts at the promise.
Farmer's Strength: A mixture of her mods and some good ol' fashioned labor on a near-Industrial world, Annie's musculature is surprisingly dense for a woman with such a delicate figure. While she's never been able to pack on much in the way of visible muscle, what she does have under her plump exterior is many times more efficient than when she was a human, a result of the oft-unpredictable genetic tampering endemic to the Treatment.

Flaws:
Clumsy: To put it frankly, Annie has never been much for delicate work. She's a bit of a klutz when it comes to matters of manual dexterity, and she's never won a balance contest in her life.
Ditzy: It's quite common for cow-girls to be a little... scatterbrained after the Treatment. While her overall intelligence hasn't dropped from her dose of the Treatment, she is prone to forgetfulness and a general difficulty keeping on task. Implying the task doesn't involve satisfying her urges.
Inhuman Lust: The Treatment's prime purpose was to increase fertility on New Texas, and as a recipient, Annie possesses the same ravenous libido that most of her fellows do. She finds it difficult to focus on anything but a good hard dicking if it's been more than a day or two between romps, and even when she gets her hands on a stud (or one gets their hands on her), it's often an hours long process to try and get her libido back under control. Needless to say, her ability to resist sexual advances is not the greatest.

Turn Ons:Ahegao, big cocks, cock worship, domination, excessive cum, gentle femdom, group sex, humiliation, large insertions, muscles, musk, praise, reverse harem, romance, sexual favors, sexual rewards, size difference, teasing
Turn Offs: Bathroom stuff, death, eggs, heavy BDSM, torture, guro

You were assured that if the engines rattled upon entering and exiting a Warp Gate it was nothing to worry about. Your ship was old, but sturdy enough. According to the paperwork, it seemed properly tested before sale. Though once you managed to earn some more credits out on the frontier it might be worth considering getting an upgrade, just for your peace of mind. Still, as you approach your first frontier destination and eased over from the Lightdrive to your sublight engines and the distant sounds of rattling and shaking metal began to ease up, worries about your ship's integrity took second place to the growing excitement and anticipation of visiting your first frontier world. A once in a lifetime opportunity, possibly quite literally if by the end of this rush any of these worlds had their Gates cut off meaning no one would be able to visit them until possibly the next rush.

At the same time as you got your paperwork sorted out for joining the rush, you were offered a simple dossier of a few of the rush worlds that the U.G.C. had already gathered some useful information on. It was a simple virtual catalogue, essentially, that came mainly with pictures and a few flavourful descriptions of the location - as if advertising a holiday with a few additional advisory warnings about hostile wildlife. Your first world even called for the summer vacation demands of sunscreen and swimwear. Elyria was for all intents and purposes was a tropical paradise. Most images shared of this world were of idyllic beaches, inland tide pools and ocean views. The surface land mass of the world was apparently entirely broken up into islands and archipelagos, mainly arranged around and near the equator. Apparently there were underwater cities inhabited by one of the two dominant species on the planet, although no images of these were shared in these early dossiers.

Ships were advised to keep away from the surface due to the unreliable tides. Elyria had two moons, the larger of which dominated the tides leaving them regular most days of the year. Every so often, however, both moons overlap their orbits, leading to a brief period of drastically increased tidal activity. As a result, all ships are expected to dock at the space station set up in orbit of the planet and take a shuttle between the station and the surface. Any ship that attempts to land on the surface is issued a warning that the station authorities will not attempt a rescue if the ship is caught in a tidal surge.

Elyria Station was now visible before you and growing by the second. Slowing down even more as you pulled in for your docking approach, you could see a fair number of other ships docked or docking around the station. You expect many to be rushers such as yourself. Perhaps some will have stories to tell that could inform your next destination choice.

You're brought out of your pondering by a sudden collision into the side of your ship. You're nearly thrown from your seat in the cockpit as your surroundings shake and shudder. Alarms ring in your ears as you manage to readjust to get your ship back on course in time to see a second vessel thundering past yours on a beeline towards the station. You receive a message shortly after, a gruff male voice coming through saying "Move that hunk of junk out of the way! We thought that piece of trash you're in was space debris when we first saw it. You're lucky we didn't blast you with your asteroid lasers."

Communications cut off as soon as he finishes speaking as they leave you to deal with the fallout on your own. Fortunately a quick diagnostic suggests you're in no immediate danger. You do seem to be leaking fuel and will need to manage repairs, but with the station right in front of you that should be manageable. Costly, possibly, but you could hopefully come to some kind of arrangement with the dockmaster or get the offending ship to compensate you for it.

Elyria station hails you next after you approach closer with docking instructions. You're pulled into a hangar bay and settle your ship down without further incident. As grand a moment as this is for you, your departure from your vessel is without fan fair form the dock workers as they scurry around on their daily duties. One, a green haired Kaithrit girl dressed in an orange, oil stained coveralls, eventually does scurry over to greet you, a data pad in hand as she huffs for a few moments, a little out of breath from having rushed to your ship from wherever her previous station was.

"Ma'am, hold on a moment..." she says as she fiddles with something on the screen of her pad, swiping her finger from side to side. "Just need to register your ship with us. I need your name, the name of your ship and your reasons for visiting." she turns to look at your ship and seems to click her tongue as she looks it over. "Ooh, I guess you'll be wanting some repairs done as well. We can get an assessment done and let you know how much we think it'll cost, but often with these things we won't know how much it'll take until we actually do it. Don't worry, if you got insurance that should cover it."

You do not have insurance, but you also have other problems as you've just noticed that your sharing this particular hanger bay with another ship. A sleek, black vessel that looks remarkably familiar to the one that caused this damage in the first place. You spot its crew in the process of unloading crates of cargo. They all looked armed, mercenaries perhaps. The one who seemed to be giving the orders was a tall, raven haired Ausar man. With the stubble along his jaw, a faint scar over one eye and his thick arms filling out his well worn jacket nicely, he had every look of the rugged, gruff adventurer type. And if he was in charge, then its not much of a stretch to assume he was the one who so rudely messaged you after ramming your ship.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The excitement of the rush was an infectious thing. Annie remembered the stories from her pa's time before her, the tens of thousands of intrepid souls braving worlds unknown in the hope of making their fortunes with discoveries and mineral veins big enough to support whole planetary industries. Whether li'l ol' her would manage to find something that big, it was hard to say. But getting swept up in the fever of the rush and heading off New Texas to parts unknown was the best thing she had decided to do since losing her husband, and she sure as sugar wasn't gonna let the butterflies in her tummy drag her back into that hole of despair. She was gonna strike it so big her babies were gonna come home from their schooling to big ol' farms on their own!

And what a world to start on. Elyria looked like the pleasure planets out of the Holovids by all accounts. There was some talk by the big fancy scientists about tidal this and instability that, but Annie wasn't gonna let any of that stop her from rooting around for something big enough to sell to a corp! Heck, maybe if she managed to get it all done quickly enough, she could relax on all the beaches a planet full of water had to offer. It had been a long while since she'd had the opportunity to stretch out under the sun and let the girls get a li'l color. Maybe she'd even find one of them cute cabana boys to see her nice and oiled up in the process...

Excited thoughts of riches and vacations came to a screeching halt when her ship was so rudely rammed, however. The poor cowgirl nearly enough thought it'd come to an end there, and her brief foray into piloting school scarcely prepared her for all the alarms and whistles going off following impact. The computer assured her things were just fine, but her hopeful high was thoroughly dashed as she scooted her old freighter into the hangar and got down to the nitty-gritty of trying to see just how bad things were.

Bad enough that she probably wasn't gonna be able to afford a cabana boy, that was for sure...

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"Don't worry about it, darlin', just... do what you can for the ol' girl. I'll figure somethin' out."

Annie's bovine ears drooped sadly as she parted ways with the kitty mechanic. She couldn't say just how much a ship repair cost even back on the properly colonized worlds. On the frontier? She'd be lucky if they could even get the replacement parts. Hitting it big on her first planet went from a blissful dream to a necessity with the sudden ramming of her only transport, and to make matters worse, the varmints who seemed to have done it parked in the very same hangar! She had half a mind to go over and give them the business over it. To hit her was bad enough, but to be so rude about it after the fact? It wasn't right!

Unfortunately for them, half a mind seemed to be all Annie had to wield that day, and she started towards the crew of the vessel with a fire in her usually docile eyes. Her little tail whipping back and forth in agitation, the matronly rusher-to-be marched right up to the big, rugged-looking man directing the operation.

"Hey! You're the fella that hit my ship, ain'cha?!" Her little brows furrowed as she made the declaration, arms crossed over her overly heavy bosom, "You know how much that's gonna cost to repair? 'Cause I sure don't and neither does that pretty li'l engineerin' girl! But seein' as though you were the one that went rammin' into me, I reckon you ought to be the one to make it right."

[Lazy Kitsune]

One of the other members of the Ausur's crew spots your approach before you announce yourself. You don't immediately recognise their species, or their gender for that matter given their largely androgynous appearance. If you take a moment to assess them, they would appear to lean towards a female appearance. She certainly has a much lighter, slim frame compared to the Ausar. Her species seems to be at least partially insectoid in origin, given the antenna that stick out above her short scarlet hair. She's also at least partially covered by red chitin, as you can see some on her hands and forearms, although its unclear how much of the rest of her body is covered in similar plating as she wears a militaristic outfit that keeps her mostly covered up. The skin on her face is a creamy pale which makes the black sclera of her eyes pop vividly. The tomboyish insectoid nods in your direction as you draw near, signalling your approach to her captain. For his part, the Ausar turns with a somewhat disinterested look in his dark blue eyes. He looks you up and down, before glancing over to your ship behind you, letting out a huff as he clearly recognises. He waves off the tomboy who relaxes her stance by his side and moves to help the rest of the crew with unloading their cargo.

He rolls his eyes as you start having a go at him, placing his hands on his hips as exhales through his nose, waiting for you to finish saying your piece. The way your arms fold over your chest seems to catch his attention and he's not subtle about taking a moment to ogle the way your already pillowy breasts are pushed up further by the press of your arms.

"Y'know, your flying makes much more sense now that I see you've been Treated. Can't expect one of you New Texan bimbos to be good for much more than breeding and milking." he says, already turning away from you as he waves his hand in your face. "You can't really blame us anyway, that rust bucket of yours has a backside almost as big as you do. Maybe you should just stick to the milking pens like a good cow and leave this rush business to those of us that know what we're doing. Now if you'll excuse me, my crew and I are in a bit of a hurry. If you're pressed for credits, I'm sure you can find plenty of pent up young adventurers look for a fat titted slut to-"

His ears twitch and he pauses. He holds a finger up to your lips, attempting to shush you regardless of whether you attempt to respond or not. He turns and looks over to the crates currently being unloaded by his crew and starts sniffing the air. A few moments later there's a thud as two of his crewmembers drop one of the crates suddenly. The tomboy bug from before approaches then and quickly fiddles with an electronic device in her hands.

"Captain Finch." she calls out. "There appears to be a-"

"I smell it." Finch says, walking over towards the crate, seemingly ignoring you entirely at this point. His crew unseal the metal container and reach inside. You hear a startled yelp as a long eared figure is pulled out and gripped tightly by two of the crewmembers. "Seems we had a stowaway. Looks like one of the damn Raskvel from Tarkus. Thought I smelled rust in the cargo hold."

The figure is another species you don't immediately recognise, though the conversation has given you their name. They appeared not dissimilar to the rabbit like Laquines, although this specimen was covered in scaled skin of a dull red hue. He was short, maybe around four foot tall judging by what you could see being pulled out of the crate. He didn't wear much beyond a tool belt around his waist, letting you see a large, rounded ball sack swaying between his legs. He had a lean build, with evident muscle tone on his body even if his arms didn't have nearly the same relative thickness to Finch's own. Instead of hair, he had purple feathery plumage that swayed as he shook about in the grip of the two men that now held him.

"Let me go! Hrrg!" he cries out.

Finch reaches forward and grasps him by the neck, tilting his face upwards to look at him. "Sure, if you can cough up the credits to pay for your transport on my ship. But something tells me you don't have any, do you?"

The Raskvel goes quiet, telling Finch all he needs to know. The Ausar tuts as if disappointed, before releasing the scaled rabbit's neck and ruffling his feathers. "No need to fret, we can compromise. Phera, slap one of those collars on him. He can work off his debt."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Annie had never been a particularly violent cow. Not that most cows were particularly violent; that kinda thing was usually the territory of the bulls, with their female counterparts playing the very vital role of getting between them before things got too heated. Having a planet full of eight-foot-tall mountains of muscle getting into it over every spitting contest just wouldn't make for a very happy governor, after all. However, in the fact of words that one Captain Finch was spitting her way? She couldn't help but bristle. The bulls back home were full of so much bluster and confidence their egos were liable to send them drifting up into orbit if left unchecked, but even a young stud in his prime would never talk to a woman with such disrespect! It was downright un-Texan behavior, and taking the brunt of it made her want to engage in some very un-Texan behavior.

The matronly cowgirl was near enough about to show her spacer adversary just what else she was good for by cold-cocking him when he so boldly decided to take his eyes off her. Before she could throw a blow, though, the sound of a little fella crying out brought her attention away from the foulmouthed mercenary and towards his plight. She wasn't so ignorant as to not know what a stowaway was. Why the little fella would choose such a mean-spirited crew to try hitching a ride on was beyond her, and the idea that they would smack what she assumed to be a shock collar on him just 'cause he took a little room in their cargo hold seemed abhorrent!

"Now what right do you think you have that you can just slap a collar on him and make him work for ya?" She asked, snapping her fingers towards the Ausar's face to remind him to look at her when she was talking his way, "Just 'cause he owes you a li'l money? 'By that reasonin', I ought to snap a collar on you and make you patch up that hole in my ship. Everyone with eyes knows it was your pilot that ran into my big ol' backside."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Finch's eyes widen as he turns his attention back to you, scowling as a growl rumbles up his throat. "You're still here? You interested in challenging me, milk tank?" He steps closer to you, his head looming over you as he glares down towards you angrily. One of his men steps forward, preparing to get involved, but he holds out a hand signalling for them to stop before drawing in a deep breath and taking a step back from you. "Welcome to the frontier, tits for brains. Out here, if you want something to go your way you've gotta be able to make it, you understand me?. Things aren't fair out here and they certainly aren't easy. You don't become a rusher to play nice and I certainly didn't do it to get lectured by someone else's mother. Some days you get dealt a bad hand and you just have to deal with it."

He looks back towards the Raskvel, still struggling against the grip of the two men holding him in place. The insectoid woman, Phera, has fetched an uncomfortable looking silver collar that she unclasps before the stowaway, preparing to slip it around his neck. Finch turns his attention back to you and huffs once more, before waving his arm towards his men. "You know what, we're in a hurry and I don't give enough of a shit to fight over this. You can have him instead if you're so fussed. Will that get you off my back about your damn ship?"

His men pause, looking to the Raskvel in their grip. The scaled bunny boy looks between you and Finch with trepidation before Finch barks his order more directly at his men. "You heard me, let him go. We've got to get a move on."

The two men turn to each other and shrug before releasing the Raskvel. He scurries over to your side the moment he gets to his feet properly, shooting a bitter glare at the men that held him before slinking in behind you. "Thankyou." he says to you, before leaning out to spit in the direction of Finch.

For his part, Finch ignores the reptile and starts issuing orders to his crew again. "We need to get going. Phera, you're with me. The rest of you, I want this all unloaded and sorted out within the hour, then get to your assignments. Move it, people!"

He turns to leave, waving a hand in your direction - more likely as a barrier between you and further attempts to speak to him then as a means of saying goodbye. Phera gives you a careful look over before following her captain closely behind.

The Raskvel steps away from you as they walk away and sticks his tongue out at them, as well as make several hand gestures in their direction that you can only assume to be quite impolite in his culture. He lets out a happy sigh a few moments later and stretches out his arms. "Ooh, it was very cramped in that box... everything aches."

Watching him stretch before you, his nakedness is made all the more obvious. Apart from his utility belt, all else he wears is patches of dirt. You spotted his ball sack earlier, and beneath the shifting of his belt you can see what looks to be a sheath, a natural part of his anatomy keeping him from showing off absolutely everything.

He looks up at you with a big grin, as if his smile was somehow enough to make your situation better. "My name's Axan. I don't suppose you happen to be a princess by any chance? Or a queen perhaps?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Annie continued to scowl at the troupe of mercenaries, for however much good that did coming from a cutie like her, until they packed up their belongings and went wandering off wherever it was jerks like them spent their days. Their absence left her no closer to a solution for the problem they caused her in the first place, though, and to top it off, she had a whole second problem to figure out something to do with.

"Don't you go gettin' sweet on me like it's gonna save ya an earful, li'l fella. Just what were you thinkin' stowin' away on a ship full of bullies playin' soldier?" The matronly cow-girl could only cross her arms all the harder as she chided the strange reptilian being, "With how that mean ol' hound dog of a captain acts, they woulda shot you out the airlock quicker than you could spit if they found ya before they landed."

It was clear enough that the little rapscallion wasn't going to get anywhere on a space station all by his lonesome with nothing but a tool belt and a big ol' set of balls to his name. Plus, he looked too dirty and banged up for her liking. The least she could do was try to see him tended to. Maybe put a little good into the frontier, what with everyone else so intent on making it worse.

"Name's Annette, but you can call me Annie. Everyone does," She uncrossed her arms, allowing her bust to jiggle free as she did, and turned back towards her stranded ship, "C'mon. I'll take ya back to my ship and get you all washed up, at the very least. Implyin' they didn't bust the hot water heater when they crashed into her."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Axan's ears fall flat as you scold him, and though his grin closes to hide his teeth, he tries to hold his smile to maintain a look of pleading innocence. "Well I'd been trying to get off of Tarkus for a while now... and I overheard that lot talking about princes and princess and all that sort of stuff, so I thought if I went where they were going I'd get to meet one." he grins once again, chuckling sheepishly as he runs a hand up and down his forearm. "Well, thanks for the help and all, but if you aren't a princess of queen, I really should get- Wow."

He stops talking immediately the moment you unfold your arms. He looks partially in a daze, his mouth hanging open as his eyes widen. His head almost sways back and forth with how he follows the sway and jiggle of your breasts the movement caused, so fixated is he that he dare not break a direct line of sight with your bust.

"Uhh..." he wipes off some drool from his chin, coming to once your turn your back on him (although this only gives him something else to ogle as well). "Sure, yeah, I'll come with you."

Seemingly convinced to enjoy your hospitality without any need for input on your own, he happily patters along beside you, tugging on his tool belt slightly to keep it secure around his hips. He makes a clicking sound with his tongue as he looks over your ship as you approach. "You flew here in that? Maybe I could've used one of the junkpiles on Tarkus to leave after all." he murmurs. It takes a couple of moments for something to click in his head before he looks up at you, putting a mouth to his lips. "Oh, oops. I mean, uh, it looks very... well loved, Annie. I'm sure its very comfortable on the inside. Have you given your ship a name?"

The green haired Kaithrit from before had already assembled some of the hangar's crew to start evaluating the external damage to your ship. Geared up with Gravbelts and security tethers, two hanger personal in similar orange coveralls to her own were examining the impact point from which you were leaking fuel earlier. An adhesive seal seemed to have been sprayed over the small breach while a sweeping blue light passes over it, indicating some kind of ongoing scan.

The Kaithrit herself had her feet still firmly on the ground, a pad in her hands that she scrutinises before she notices your approach. "Oh, hello again. I take it that crew over there had something to do with your little scrape? You work something out with them?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Annie couldn't help but furrow her brows at the little lizard-bunny's lip. Why'd everyone need to come after her ship? It wasn't the prettiest looking one on the lot, and it sure wasn't without its share of history, but neither was she. She had half a mind to give the scruffy little alien a smack upside his head before the cat girl from before came walking over to take her mind off her temper and onto the more pressing matter at hand: whether or not she'd even have a ship to fly come the end of the day.

"Yeah, they had somethin' to do with it. Came outta nowhere and rammed into me from behind," The cow-girl huffed, her tail flicking to-and-fro with agitation, "And of course, gentlemen that they are, they ain't gonna pay a single credit towards gettin' it fixed. All they gave me was this li'l varmint right here."

She gestured towards Axam with a thumb before poking her head over to see all what they had done to it.

"Did ya figure out what all needs to be done? Ol'... Ol'... Well, I ain't named her yet, but the ol' girl is all I got these days. I'm gonna need her back in workin' shape before I'm done here."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Though he doesn't seem to appreciate your ships character as much as you do, your new... friend? isn't too resistant to you shepherding him onboard your vessel, his previous half spoken objections seemingly forgotten for one reason or another. The mechanic scrunches up her face at your comment, sticking her tongue out to the side of her mouth as she glances over in the direction of the offending ship, turning her cute button nose up at them. Though the expression conveyed the intended sympathetic scoffing at Finch and his crew well enough, it also had a charming cuteness at odds with her otherwise scruffy, greasy appearance. Beneath the layers of oil and grime gathered from her day job, she seemed as lively and expressive as Kaithrit often had the tendency to be.

"Rushers! Pah!" she says, looking over her board again before her eyes widen and she glances back up at you. "I mean those kinds of Rushers, ma'am. I can see you're absolutely lovely... I mean, I'm sure you're absolutely lovely. I wouldn't be able to see that... not that I don't see anything absolutely lovely when I look at you, just that..." she clears her throat and holds the pad in her hand up higher so as to partly obscure her face as she continued talking to you. "Seems like we should be able to patch up your ship. Most the damage to the hull is superficial. One of your aft thrusters seemed to take the brunt of the damage. We can replace what we can't fix, but that's where most of the costs will come in. Then there's fuel too. Your fuel tank was ruptured and you lost most of whatever you had in there, so you'll probably want to get a full refill before leaving. As close an estimate as I can give at this time is 3000 credits."

Could be worse, but that's still quite a steep sum to have to pay off on your first day of the Rush. Still, you didn't have to pay until you wanted to leave this system, giving you plenty of time to try and work something out, either with the station, Finch or the planet below. As you thought this over, you noticed a pair of floppy, rusty red ears shuffling about to the side of the Kaithrit. Before you could intervene, Axan poked his head past the kitty mechanic's shoulders and at the pad she was holding. "Hmm... what's this 500 for?" he says, sticking out a greasy thumb and jabbing it on the screen. The Kaithrit jumps back at the sudden arm intruding in on her vision, stepping away from Axan who chuckles sheepishly as he realises he's surprised her.

Fortunately, she takes his intrusion in stride, quickly reading over the part he indicated. "Those are replacements we'll need to make to fix the thruster's orientation. The parts on the ship were already too old even before the collision, repairing them is out of the question."

Axan scratches his chin, his brow furrowing into a puzzled expression. "Huh... if you say so. But you sure you want to get 'new' parts to replace them with. Seems to me you can knock a couple of hundred credits of that part alone by replacing them parts you can repair."

Now its the Kaithrit's turn to look confused. "Why would we replace damaged parts with other damaged parts?"

Axan gestures to your ship and straightens his back as he prepares to explain himself, his ball sack swaying under his toolbelt with renewed confidence. "Ship's old and damaged as is, right? Fixing one part up with fancy, shiny new stuff is going to throw the whole thing off. Trust me, I'm used to fixing up junk. You want to find something about as old as the broken parts for your replacements. I can probably find something that'll fit and make it work myself. Could probably apply the same logic to a bunch of other areas too. Save a whole bunch of credits."

The Kaithrit doesn't seem sold, although she doesn't dismiss the idea outright either. After thinking it over for a few moments she turns her attention back to you. "Its your ship, so its your call. I still think you'll want the replacement parts we've selected. They're brand new. If you want to try his way you could probably take the price down quite a bit, but we won't be responsible for any issues with the parts he works on."

Axan looks at you with that wide grin of his once more. You half expect him to flutter his eyelashes at you and clasp his hands together. It seems the choice is yours to make, either now or later. Fortunately from the sound of things there was no damage to your water systems so you should be able to give the cheeky Raskvel a bath without issue.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The finer bits and bobs of technical talk had always evaded Annie even before the Treatment had opened her eyes to more pleasant pastures. Back on the ranch, she had allowed her beau to take the lead on those sorts of things. But half a galaxy away from New Texas and in charge of her own ship, it seemed she couldn't very well pass the buck off to someone else. At least the mechanic was a nice enough girl. One who seemed to be interested in li'l ol' her for more than the credits in her account at that. The cowgirl's tail flicked with interest in place of the earlier agitation as the Kaithrit buried her face in her console to try and hide her embarrassment.

"That's real sweet of you to say, darlin'. I appreciate everythin' you're doin' for me."

The matronly rusher couldn't help but bite her lip at the figure presented, of course. She was sure more established rushers would scoff at the price tag, but it was a steep sum for someone who didn't have much in the way of savings and who hadn't even managed to find themselves a score.

Of course, before she had much in the way of input, it seemed the little varmint she had rustled up from the incident had something to say on the matter. She had known a few grease monkeys like him back on New Texas. The more enterprising sort of bull who was almost as interested in tuning up their tractors as they were rutting their local cows. She had never known them to be nearly as good at the former as they were at the latter.

But dire circumstances required dire solutions. There was some sense to be had in what he said: the old girl she had acquired was, politely put, a bit vintage. Smacking brand-new parts on a ship generations older couldn't have gone well. Of course, letting a stowaway take charge of the maintenance of her only way of transit wasn't wise either. Annie's brows furrowed as she considered the choices.

"Well... Seein' as though I don't even have the credits for a proper fixin' up in the first place, it can't hurt to see what all he can salvage, could it?"

Letting the little fella have free rein on her ship before she so much as sat him down for dinner did rub her at least a little wrong. Luckily, for all her ditz, Annie had at least a little bit of guile.

"I don't suppose you'd be willin' to oversee the repairs, would ya sweetie? I'd feel a whole lot better if someone all official like was givin' it a once over. 'Course, I'm sure you're a real busy gal, and I wouldn't wanna inconvenience ya... but I'm sure we could think up a way to make it worth your while."

The spacer learned in just a little closer as she spoke, just close enough to give the Kaithrit a view down her button up, to the plentiful valley beneath the thin material of her shirt. Just close enough to let her smell the sweet, enticing scent that made the cows of her homeworld so very good at settling disputes.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Even the least potent New Texan can produce pheromones that can send anyone with little to no prior exposure to someone with the Treatment into a bit of a daze. Your own pheromones were anything but mild, and though they were at their most intense in the heat of passion, the wafts coming from the sweat atop your breasts alone was enough to get a reaction from the Kaithrit. Even before you leaned in, she had trouble focusing on your face as you spoke, her gaze drifting on its own down to your chest, drawn towards the inviting valley between your breasts that your shirt offered her a chance to peek at. You could see her nose twitch soon after, no doubt picking up that sweet delightful aroma that beckoned closer inspection. As appealing as a pleasant smell can be on anyone consciously, the real kicker for your pheromones was the subconscious impact it will have on her and the chemical mixture it'll soon have her brain swimming in. Her breath catches for a moment and she briefly bites her lower lip before softly pressing her lips together.

"I... uh..." she murmurs. If she's trying to pull her eyes back up to meet yours as she speaks, it seems for the moment too monumental a task for the poor girl to pull off as her gaze is lost down the opening of your top. "Y-yeah... sure." After conceding, she seems able to lift her head to talk to you properly once more, a deep flush to her cheeks as she does so. "I think we can work something. I'm happy to help however I can."

You don't know if she was particularly susceptible, or if her evident attraction to you helped your pheromones have more of an effect, but it was clear she was very eager to please even after only this much exposure to your pheromones. You had seen reactions like this before, usually from tourists on their first visit to New Texas. The dizzy, daydreaming like state the Kaithrit before you seemed to be dipping in and out of with the rising and falling of your own chest was an obvious tell back home for a first timer. The kind that would find themselves losing potentially hours at a time because a New Texan, sweat coated from a hard days work in the field, walked by and they found themselves following them around in a near trance. Not to mention the immediate submission some would show if they just happened to stumble into a room with multiple sources of Treated pheromones wafting about. Which was quite a lot of rooms back home.

"Yippy!" your observation of the mechanic's current state is interrupted by Axan's loud enthusiasm. He leaps into the air and claps his hands together, before giving you another one of his wide, cheeky grins. "You won't regret this! I'm great at fixing things! Even steaming piles of... er... scrap." Pretty chuffed about his suggestion being accepted, he's moving excitedly enough to call it dancing as he taps his way in a circle around you and the Kaithrit who still hasn't taken her eyes off of you.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The cowgirl couldn't help but give the mechanic a bright smile when she accepted her less-than-subtle offer. It might've been an underhanded thing to pull for those who came from more conservative societies, but Annie had never known a situation to be worsened by a little fluttering of the lashes and a peak at her girls. Maybe if folk from other worlds got with the program, there wouldn't be half so many spacers like Finch gumming things up for everyone else.

"Really? Well, ain't you just the sweetest thing," The would-be-rusher leaned in to plant the softest little kiss on the Kaithrit's cheek in gratitude, careful to find a spot that wasn't too caked in grease, "Once we get this ol' girl back up and runnin', I'll be sure to treat you to some New Texan hospitality. And I am very thorough with my hospitality..."

Still running a little high on the thrill of a lovely young thing being so flustered over an old cow like herself, Annie left the implication to linger with little more than a mischievous twinkle and a flick of her tail. She might've taken her time to tease the poor girl further, but the little varmint she had rescued seemed intent on kicking up a ruckus in his glee. If he got that excited over the mere suggestion he'd be able to pick and poke at her ship, maybe having a supervisor was the right thing.

"Alright, alright. No need to go kickin' up a fuss in... in... well, shucks, I don't think I got your name, sweetheart. What's a pretty thing like you call herself?"

Once she had the Kaithrit's name in hand, she forced herself back on task, lest she lose track of things in all the hubbub.

"Well, in any case, c'mon, li'l fella. Let's get you all cleaned up before we go figurin' out how to pay for all this work. Can't have you runnin' around leavin' grease stains all over the station."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The rosy tint beneath the grease on her cheeks flourished into a glowing crimson at the press of your lips against her skin. "A~ah~ Ahh..." possibly that was an attempt to say something, but her words caught in her throat as you kissed her, leaving her able to only blurt out a delighted sounding spew of syllables. If she looked dazed before, she seemed practically teetering from side to side on the balls of her feet. "Thank you, mommy..." she manages to murmur out, before a hint of alarm hit her eyes. "I mean- ma'am. Thankyou, ma'am!" Her little slip of the tongue is soon forgotten as the remainder of your words and the gentle yet compelling pull of your body language ease her back into that adorable, relaxed state your pheromones and attention slipped her into.

"You can call me whatever you want..." she murmurs out, her voice taking out a breathy purr to its undertones as she seems to nervously giggle at the situation. You watch the now familiar expression of realization of what she's said hitting her. You were clearly having a very profound affect on the poor kitten, though it was certainly very flattering to see a younger woman so infatuated with you so as to start stumbling over her words from some light teasing and suggestive comments. "Uh! I mean... Ah! I'm Vessa, mo-Ma'am. Lovely to meet you."

Her pretty face shone like a polished tomato under her scruffy green hair as she waves you off with one hand while clutching her console to her chest with the other. As you bring Axan onto your ship, she's left standing watching you go, lingering for a few seconds more even after your hypnotic derriere has sauntered out of sight before she snaps out of her daydreaming to start barking orders once more to the other mechanics scanning the damage on your ship.

Once inside, Axan is quick to start scampering around your ship, seemingly driven to all the nooks and crannies he can squeeze his head inside to have a look around. "Quite the cosy set up you've got." he comments, just barely managing to keep his feet from kicking over the various belongings and keepsakes you took onboard with you. "Sure beats sitting in a cramped cargo container though, that's for sure." He pauses in his eager exploration as he spots a framed photo resting against the wall. Its of one of the last times all your kids were gathered together in one place, on the old farm back in New Texas. He looks at it with a bit of unexpected interest. "This your family? I've got a big family too. They travelling too, or back home?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It wasn't two seconds after stepping onto her vessel that Annie found herself flabbergasted again. The way Axan went scurrying all across her humble little abode was reminiscent of her own boys when they were about his height. A darn good thing they grew out of it by the time they were old enough for the Treatment: there was already risk enough of the li'l varmint breaking something at his height, much less if he were the size of a proper bull! With her hands on her hips, the matronly captain had to resist the urge to scold her new guest. That he brought up her family certainly helped ease her annoyance.

"Yeah, those're mine. Youngest just left the nest this past year. Ain't usual for New Texans to wanna head off world. 'S a real nice place to be, y'see, and the rest of the universe ain't as full of forgivin' folk like the Treated."

The thought made her sigh. She knew her babies were safe enough but given her run-in with Finch? She couldn't help but worry about them a little more than the usual level of concern she felt for them.

"But all of 'em got their daddy's sense of adventure. Oldest went off to join the UGC as soon as he was old 'nuff to enlist. Middle got an offer right outta school from one of them minin' conglomerates and went off to make his fortune shortly after. My li'l girl is off at a big-shot university. Studyin' gene-nomin' or some such."

She was proud of what her children had become, but listing it off... well, it made her feel not the least bit ashamed. They were all making the most of the world, just like she and Henry had wanted. Where was she? Trying to get her ship patched back up before she even got to begin making them proud in turn.

"Sure hope they're doin' better than their ma today. Maybe I'll give 'em a call sometime tonight. But 'nuff bellyachin'. Let's get you washed up before you go from stainin' the station to stainin' my good linens."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Axan listens intently as you fill him in on where your children are now, his eyes wide with a different sort of attentiveness than to earlier. Instead of an energetic, near frantic need to study everything about the situation, his gaze was more respectful as he listened and almost absorbed what your were saying. "I see. So quite the family of adventurers then? With you being out here and all, that is. Just saying, its not just their dad they got their sense of adventure from."

"Right, that wash! You know, I'm not really that dirty. Back home, this is pretty clean for anyone out in the scrap fields." He raises up his arm and sniffs at his pit, giving himself an appreciative nod. "Though I won't say no. Especially if it means you'll be getting washed with me. Is that how it works? Because if you don't... well... I can't promise I'll get clean properly."

You're sure he's adding on that last bit as a cheeky attempt to get you out of your clothes, but if what he said about his state of cleanliness at home is true then there was probably also some truth to the idea that he simply wouldn't do that good a job of cleaning himself at all. Fortunately you have plenty of experience getting troublesome kids that had been mucking around in the fields at home clean, despite whatever protests they may have had at the time. Axan may not be a kid, but he was certainly just as messy as one.

Now, your freighter was designed on the more practical side. As much as a proper bath would be a lovely thing to have installed on your ship, the ship's designer clearly felt some basic shower systems were effective enough for keep the vessels minimal crew clean and ready to go. You haven't had much chance to try out the shower systems yourself, other than to confirm that they work. Just to the side of your quarters, you ushered Axan into the small space that the showers took up, the simplistic cubical offering some waterproofed storage space, temperature controls, a mirror and a chamber that air dried anyone who stood in it - although a towel rack was provided as well for some good old school drying.

Space for clothes to be stored was also provided, however Axan had very little the way to discard. Practically naked by default, it didn't take much to get him out of his utility belt, leaving him bare before you. He had quite the lean build, defined muscles on his scaled body and a very slender frame. His ball sack was admittedly quite large for his overall size, and peculiarly rounded - unlike the usual two dangling balls you were used to. With his belt out the way you could see his sheath clearly now, and it seems there was just a bit of a tip poking out of it. Was there something about you that did that or was that just a random physical reaction? Regardless, he looks at you expectantly once you had his belt off and had him at the shower, waiting for you to guide how things proceed.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Axam almost seemed charming, for a moment or two, when he praised her silly little sense of adventure. Of course, his thinly veiled attempt at getting her out of her clothes took some of the sweetness out of the affair. Given the way most bulls tended to pull up on her, though, it was certainly among the more subtle attempts. Maybe seeing her nude would make him a little more cooperative on the matter of scrubbing down good and proper. Annie had never known the men in New Texas to refuse the opportunity of a nice, long shower with her before. It stood to reason that the men of other planets wouldn't either.

"Awh, hush, you li'l varmint. I saw where your eyes have been lingerin', and I ain't liable to be shy. Go on and behave yourself and you might just get more than a li'l peak, ya hear?"

The shower space certainly wasn't as luxurious as the big ol' stalls back home, but for her purposes, it was good enough. Stood to reason that the shower in an ol' junker wasn't half so big as the ones she was used to anyway. She didn't imagine most ships needed to house multiple bulls and their attached cows at any given point.

Her bathing partner wasn't much of a bull anyway. As she worked the buttons of her shirt free, Annie's eyes drifted across her alien companion and his physique. He was a short li'l feller, certainly, and his build wasn't much like the men she was used to. Not that it bothered her all that much: she had always found the lithe, feminine builds of the rare faux-cow rather appealing. Something about them just brought spoke to her more motherly side, one which wanted to pamper and please them 'til their cute li'l ears went red. Axam's ears were already red, like the rest of him, of course, but she still wondered if she couldn't get a rise out of him.

As she unfastened the last of her buttons and slipped out of her shirt, the cowgirl made a show of working down the fly of her pants. Pulling the waistband over the wide swell of her hips was always a little difficult, and so she leaned forward to help with the matter, letting her bust hang for the grease monkey's viewing pleasure. The bra she had picked that morning wasn't her sexiest number, but it did well enough to keep her girls from spilling all over the place. Not that they didn't try their damndest, leaving ample cleavage in the process of their escape attempt.

"You like 'em big, sweetie?" Her asking was a tad rhetorical, but it helped fill the silence as she shimmied her pants over her big ol' butt and down her thick thighs, "S'pose most boys do. But I can't imagine the gals 'round your neck of the woods get all the big, on account of bein' on the shorter size."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The rapscallion snickered and rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly - though you doubt there's much genuine embarrassment behind the gesture. "Aw dang, caught me peeking, did you? Well, can you blame me? With you looking all round and bouncy in all the right places? Bet the men back home can't keep their eyes off of you, huh?" His ears perk up a little at the promise of perhaps getting more than a peek. "You got it. I'll be on my best behaviour!"

You don't know if he was blushing, but you were certainly having no trouble getting a 'rise' out of Axan. Having been called out on his behaviour already, he doesn't hide his admiration for your body in the slightest, drinking in every curve, every slip of skin that gets exposed as you unbutton your top and slowly strip down. You catch him linking his lips as you bend over and soon enough you hear him gasp out a slow "Ooh". You doubt you'd even need Treatment pheromones to get him going, just one shake of your breasts in front of his face should have him as raring to go as a Bull in a milking chamber.

Oh... and there might be a fair few more inches of truth to that statement than you first expected. That tip that was peeking out to say hello earlier had now been followed by the rest of his manhood. Thick, purple and the length of his forearm, Axan's cock stood proudly out of his sheath. It looked very different from the cocks back home, purple and with a rounded shaft ending in an almost pointed head. It wasn't as large as a New Texan Bull's, certainly, but it wasn't anything to scoff at either - and very impressive for his size. Heck, it easily outshines a regular human cock and then some. He clearly knows he has a lot to be proud of as he folds his arms over himself, making no effort to hide the pulsing member that now rises up from his hips, a small bead of pre already crowning the top.

"Oh that I do." he says, a slight purr to his tone. "We get a few busty Raskvel lasses, but even the Broodmothers lack some of what you've got going on. Just the right mix of curves and plump... Are you sure you're not a princess? I heard they were supposed to be the most beautiful off-worlders."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

For all her exasperation with the little bugger, Annie's eyes certainly didn't miss the show Axam's body put on for her in return. His sack had certainly looked hefty compared to his body, and it seemed the business end of his sex proved proportional to his big ol' balls... or ball, depending on just what he had dangling down there. The day hadn't been all that long, but it sure was stressful, and she couldn't be blamed for being a little titillated at the prospect of working off some stress with a big ol' cock like his. Feeling her nipples stiffen, she hurried out of her pants so she could move on to better things.

"Now, there you go again tryin' to sweet talk me. I ain't no princess, just a sweet ol' cow who left the pasture."

Her voice was a least a little husky as she straightened up, her hands drifting backward to work at the clasp of her bra as she did.

"Can't say I'm gonna treat ya like a king, as such, but, well... I ain't never known the bulls back home to complain."

As the clasp came undone, the fabric of her bra bulged with the relief, and it took an effort not to sigh blissfully in return as her bust dropped with the release. Her fingers having finished their duty, she left the garment to slowly drop down and drift to the floor below, her tits spilling out in all their glory for the little lizard's viewing pleasure.

With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, she crossed her arms beneath them and leaned forward again so he could get on level with the pillowy teats he seemed so enamored by.

"Think you can handle that, li'l guy? Gettin' treated like a big, strong, virile bull?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

You might have thought the Raskvel saw the gates of heaven open once you unclasped your bra. His eyes widen as if to somehow see more of your bust as its revealed. With the cups that held them, well taxed from supporting your cleavage throughout the day, falling from your tits, your breasts shook as they claimed their freedom. Bouncing and jiggling in the air before you, Axan's jaw dropped and his cock throbbed all the harder. When you leaned forward, dropping your heavy tits so they swayed perfectly eye level with him, you thought for a moment that he might pass out with just how much blood seemed to be rushing to his crotch right now. He uncrossed his arms, his palms twitching as they tried to grip at the air, the mere sight of your tits making him grope at nothing on instinct. With the valley of your cleavage displayed right before him, he must have felt like he could burry his face in your tits and disappear within them entirely.

He seems to hesitate for a moment, knowing he promised to behave, but also every instinct in his body - and yours courtesy of the pheromones you gave off - was telling him to rut you and your fat tits into the bulkhead of your ship like there was no tomorrow. Your words tip him over the edge and he reaches forward, attempting to get a good cup and squeeze of your tits as they spilled past the grip of his hands.

"Oh, I'll be your bull any day." he says, before all but leaping forward as he presses his face into your cleavage. He rubs his cheek against your tits, kissing and licking your soft bouncy bust as he exclaims with glee "Oh, I knew leaving Tarkus was the right call, but I had no idea just how good it could get out here. Smother me with your tits you beautiful cow goddess!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Slow down, li'l guy! They ain't goin' anywhere!"

It was hard for Annie to stifle her laughter as the little Raskvel went headfirst into her tits. It was a darn good thing she was as sturdy on her feet as she was, or else the little bugger might've just gotten his wish. But there wasn't gonna be any rutting if she didn't finish disrobing, and so the matronly cowgirl got to sliding her panties over the swell of her behind and down her thighs to join the rest, though not before leaving a few sticky strands of her excitement behind on the trip down. It couldn't be helped: her girls were always good and sensitive, and Axan wasn't hiding how much he loved them.

"Greedy boy, aren't ya? Well, g'on, get yer fill while I see about tidyin' ya up good and proper..."

The smaller size of the shower stall did well in allowing Annie to flick at the control panel despite being bent at the hip. After she'd punched in enough numbers to get the darn thing spraying some nice, warm water, she used her other hand to help Axan onto his back on the shower floor. He was a lot shorter than the usual man she spent a day in the shower with, but there were some advantages to be had in that. Namely, it wasn't a problem to kneel between his legs to give him a good tending while hovering her tits in his face.

Wrapping one of her hands around his cock, she stroked him nice and slow while the other fiddled with a nearby bottle of body wash. It wasn't the best lube, but she was gonna clean him varmint of more than just the contents of his big ol' sack one way or another! With care, she pressed his length up against his belly and let a stream drizzle along the underside of his shaft, careful not to get too close to the head. Then, with all the care of a mother, she wrapped both her hands around his manhood and started to pump up a nice soft lather.