I was living on a station in the Taurean sector, working as a singer in a band that had a steady gig at a bar catering to the traveling salesman class. The money was decent, and a bad job singing is better than most good jobs. But doing the same thirty songs every night, including the same requests, was getting old. Besides, the lead synstrom player was developing a bugdust habit and had been making life unpleasant since I'd said I wouldn't sleep with him anymore. The cube player wasn't getting along with him either, and the dissension on the stand was affecting the music�I was pretty sure that this gig wouldn't last much longer.

So when I got an email from my friend Ardela inviting me to come stay with her at her father's cottage on Danuta, my only thought was how to get there. Even though I was making 120 creds a night, station life is expensive�air bills alone ate up a quarter of my income�and I didn't want to arrive on Danuta broke. Besides, I don't believe in paying to travel. I'd made it halfway across the galaxy since dropping out of college without paying for passage more than three times, and I was sure I could find some way to get to Danuta, even though it was way off the major cruise routes. Getting a job as a singer, or at least a maid or waitress, on a cruise liner was easy, but regular passenger shuttles don't use so many support staff, and if you're not a pilot or a techie, it's hard to join a freighter crew.

Still, I got out my celcom and punched up the ship listings. There were six departures in the next two weeks with Danuta on their itinerary. I searched the crew openings: Computer Technician IV, Assistant Engineer Grade II (Drive Specialist), Food Technician III (must have license), Morale Specialist III, Communication Specialist V, Astrogator Level VI.... I could do the foodtech job�anybody whose waited tables has learned how to program, operate (and even to fix) a replicator when the kitchen staff are busy�but I didn't have the license and even if I could find someone to fake it for me, it would cost almost as much as first class fare to Danuta. And the bridge and engineering jobs were way out of my league.

I flipped back to the Morale Specialist listing:

�Title: Morale Specialist III

�Salary: FC 1253/sw

�Duties: Provide morale-maintenance services to ethnically and specielly diverse freighter crew.

�Qualifications: B.S. in exobiology, exoethnology, or exopsychology or equivalent training and experience; excellent physical and psychological fitness. Must be a creative and adventurous team worker with positive attitudes toward others. Experience preferred but not essential.�

I hesitated. It wasn't that I minded the work. It was just that I was on my way to spend a year with Ardela, daughter of one of the 400 families, and when her aristocratic mother asked me about my trip, I didn't want to say "Oh, it was great�I worked my passage from Taurus Seven as Ship's Whore on a freighter." Ship's Whores don't get any respect�everyone assumes that all it takes is to be willing to spread your thighs for anything with an oxygen metabolism. That might be fine for a planetside mattressback (something I would never be), but an M.S. III needs to know the sexual anatomy and sexual customs of dozens of species and cultures, and needs to be fit enough to be sexually active in the whole range of tolerable gravities and atmospheres. Not to mention being polysexual and free from species prejudice, as well as emotionally stable.

I'd been a whore before�on one of the cruise ships where I'd signed on as a waitress, an M.S. II had been caught in bed with a passenger. That's a major no-no. and she was immediately suspended and confined to quarters. The chief steward, who had good reason to think of me as talented in that field, asked me if I would replace her for the duration of the voyage. The pay was right, so I agreed, and enjoyed it more than I thought I would. But I'd always considered it an interesting episode, something to shock the grandchildren with someday, not a career.

Still, I was short on options. So I called up the Zande Warrior's application file and entered my specs; within a few minutes I had an interview set for the next morning. I was at the Warrior's docking berth 15 minutes early, and was greeted by the 2nd Mate, who is usually the personnel officer on the smaller ships. She was human, tall, dark-skinned, with a shaved head and a scarab tattooed on her right temple. She introduced herself as Ms. Delta, and led me into the ship. There the ship's doctor gave me the physioscan and psyscan, and sent me along to Ms. Delta's office to be interviewed while the computer digested my fluid samples.

Delta took my H-card and popped it into the slot on her desktop. "So.... You have a B.S. in exobiology with a minor in ethnology?"

"That's right." Actually, it wasn't�I had left school a few credits short of the degree, but had found a friendly techie on Vashti who had altered the card to save me the trouble of actually graduating. It took a week of blowjobs to convince him, but it was worth it.

"And you were an M.S. II on the American Empress. How did you like that?"

"It was fun�I took over the job mid-voyage, and had a great time."

"You'll find it a bit different on the Warrior�it's a small ship, only 47 crew, and we only have three morale staff. You'll be very busy sometimes, and others�when we're busy�you'll have nothing to do. We don't have the entertainment options that a big liner has. Apart from vids and games, you're it. And in those 47 crew we have...oh, twelve or thirteen species. Which have you worked with?"

I reeled off the list. She nodded, then looked back at her screen. "The doc says your scans are clean. I can't say for sure, but I don't see any reason why we wouldn't sign you on. Would you like a tour?"

I shrugged, nodded. "Sure, if you've got time to show me around."

"No problem. Right this way."

I followed her down past the officer's quarters through the mess and on to the recreation deck. There was a good-sized lounge with a big vid screen, half a dozen game terminals with VR suits, and even a shelf with a few dozen paper books. Delta led me through a hatch on the far side, then down a V-tube to a smaller lounge. It wasn't luxurious, but it was comfortable, with soft lighting, couches, and an aquarium built into one wall. She smiled when I gawked. "Oh, yeah, they're real fish--it's a hobby of mine."

She pointed at four doors in the curving wall opposite. "Those are the morale suites--everybody's on shore leave right now, so they're empty." She punched in a code and opened a door. I stepped inside. The cabin was about four meters square. There was a large waterbed in the center, thick padded carpet on the floor, a net strung between the top of one wall and the floor about a meter out from the wall, and various rings and loops on the walls and ceiling. The ceiling and one wall were mirrored. The grav and atmosphere controls were neatly recessed in the wall at the head of the bed, and another open door led to a blue-tiled bathroom.

Delta smiled. "They're all like this--seem okay to you?"

"Sure--it's nice."

"Mr. Vaxt'ron, the first mate, said he might want to interview you personally before we make a decision. That all right with you?"

I knew what that meant. It was technically illegal, but to be expected, and there wasn't much point making a fuss about it if I wanted the job. I didn't mind anyway. I would have liked to meet Vaxt'ron first, but if I took the job it would all come out in the wash. "No problem." I was ready.

Delta tapped her com and spoke a few words in a language I didn't understand. "He'll be down in a few minutes." She reached out and touched my left breast. "We don't have to wait for him." I suddenly realized I was readier than I had thought. I grabbed the zipper of her skintight red uniform and pulled it all the way down to her crotch in one smooth motion. She wore nothing underneath. I pulled the suit off her shoulders and down over her arms. Her nipples were pale pink against her coffee-brown skin--I had assumed she was full human, African ancestry, but she wasn't, not with that coloring. A tattooed cobra twined from her hairless mons to her navel.

I took a nipple between my teeth and tugged gently, shaking my head slightly. She moaned and fell back against the netting. She raised her arms above her head, caught the net and pulled herself up. I slid the suit over her generous hips and knelt to release the clips that held the boots tight. As I slipped them off her feet, she raised her muscular legs into a full split, twining her feet through the net. She lay against the net like a starfish, wide open to me.

One of her parents must have been Be'erdun, I realized--her vulva was as bright pink as her nipples, and the clit that was swelling out from between the three sets of labia was nearly six centimeters long. I flicked it rapidly with my tongue until she began to make soft, whimpering sounds, then I moved in and sucked it with all my might, probing her cunt with two fingers. Her breathing slowed, long shuddering inhalations followed by gasping exhalations. Pussy juice was dripping down my wrist; I slipped in another finger, then another. Her juices had a sharp, fragrant, bittersweet flavor, almost herbal; I thought of rosemary and lavender. Her vaginal walls were quivering, her erectile outer labia throbbing against my hand. I was just considering whether to go all the way and give her a full fisting, when I heard the door open.

Out of the corner of my eye, in the mirrored wall, I could see the red suit with mate's stripes on the cuffs. I could also see the blue sagittal crest and knew he was Daneelian. This should be interesting. I decided not to stop what I was doing, but reached back with the hand that wasn't up Delta's cunt and flipped my skirt up over my back--I never wear undies. If he wanted more, he could pull rank and ask for it.

I pulled my fingers out of Delta and buried my face in her wide-open twat, sucking up her flowing juice and rubbing my face in the fragrant nectar. I heard the First Mate's zipper open, and just for a moment I pulled my face away from Delta's crotch to glance back at him.

I'd done a Daneelian once before, on the Empress, so I knew what to expect, but even so it was impressive. The Mate's cock was a third of a meter long, only a couple of centimeters thick--except for the pear-shaped bulb at the tip, which was about five centimeters in diameter and looked like it would be at least seven when it got to full erection. I knew from reading and experience that the bulb was the only truly erectile part of a Daneelian penis. The shaft was cartilage and muscle, and he could swish it around like a cat's tail--which made for some incredible sensations once a Daneelian got it inside you.

I wanted to get him in before he got to full size--it's an easier fit that way--so I quickly spit on my hand and rubbed it over my vulva. As soon as I touched myself, I knew I needn't have bothered--I was gushing. I grabbed his cock just below the bulb and pulled it between my legs. He was wet too--a Daneelian cock secretes its own lubricant, from a ring of pores around the bulb. I exhaled and focused, relaxing my pussy muscles as he thrust. Even so, it was pretty intense--I won't say painful, but taking a Daneelian cock isn't the easiest thing for a human vagina.

He was in--I turned my mouth back to Delta, and gave the Mate a good squeeze with my pubococcygeus muscles, just to let him know I wasn't a wimp about big dicks. He gasped in surprise, so I gave him another squeeze, harder, for good measure...then he started thrusting and whipping that thing around in me like he was beating eggs, and I was the one gasping. And then I was in that other place, the place you go when sex is unimaginably good and your whole body becomes a huge erogenous zone. I don't go inert or dissociate--I get more active, and in a way more alert--at least totally tuned into my sensations--and there's some part of my mind that's thinking about what I'm doing. But afterwards I'm amazed at myself.

The mate was stirring up my cunt, I was sucking frantically at Delta's clit as she squirmed in the net like a fly in a spider web. I suddenly realized that I had my whole fist up her pussy--when did I do that?--and she was clamping down on my hand like she was going to take it off. I heard moans, cries, panting, I couldn't tell who was making the noise, if it was me or them, and then there was a roar from Delta, a grunt from the mate, Delta's feet came out of the net and her thighs were squeezing my ears as she thrust her clit against my face and I felt the first gush of the mate's ejaculation, and then I was coming too, my hips jerking against him as his semen filled me and spilled over, flowing down my thighs (Daneelians come by the half-litre), and the thought of all that cum was so exciting that I pulled away--he came out with a pop like a champagne cork--and turned around to drink the semen that was still gushing out of him, taking as much of his bright blue cock-bulb into my mouth as I could and sucking so hard that he howled like a Terran wolf as Delta dropped from the net and began lapping up the semen from my twat and fingering herself as I came again and so did she, until the three of us collapsed in a damp, sticky heap on the floor.

"Welcome aboard," Delta said.
He sat alone in his room, drawing pad in his lap and pencil in his hand, he was working on one of his numerous sketches, several booklets where also scattered about his room, some contained poems, others songs, and many upon many with drawings. He stayed mostly to himself as he always felt like the runt of the family, the middle child, mostly ignored, except when it came to his mother, he was her little baby boy, at times he was smothered by her, as he was one to get picked on a lot, but that was expected when your younger sister could beat you up whenever she felt like it. Which she normally did time to time, depending upon her mood.

Paul was a wolf kin, born from a wolf kin mother and werewolf father. He wasn't that all weak, compared to normal humans, but when it came to fighting his own, well he normally lost. His older brother was the one who got the thrill of exploring and taking off till late night, early morning, with no explanation, but Victor could hold his own in any fight, he was respected by many of the other Garou in the area. As Victor got strength, Paul gained intelligence, he could out think anyone in the family and leave everyone confused in a matter of moments. Then there was Adriana, the baby of the family, she was just about a year and half younger then Paul, but progressed quickly and shot ahead of Paul in a few years, becoming stronger and quicker, and feistier. Adriana had a wicked tongue and a thrill to fight. Which got her in trouble a lot of times, but she was as beautiful as she was feisty. She had men always trying to get her attention, but she saw none fit for her taste so she just beat them up, and when she couldn't find anyone to harass or harm, there was always Paul, her stress relief.

Paul himself was a handsome youth of about 21; he looked a lot like his father did when he was young. He had the ability to charm ladies left and right but also anger their boyfriends, Paul wasn't the one to fight, he never had the urge to go out and be aggressive, which left him dateless and alone, but he like it better this way, he kept to himself and his books. Hiding his feelings from everyone around him. Only his mother ever caught a fragment of how he was feeling or acting. His father tried but Paul wasn't the one to really warm up to his father as Victor and Adriana did. He was wolf kin and they where Garou. There was that small separation there that he kept always there, as he felt inferior.

Paul finally pulled his head out of his books and grabbed an art pad a few pencils and made way for the forest. After walking awhile he heard a scream, and he went to check on it, what he found was three of the Garou boys from a clan that lived nearby, the three had been constant bullies when it came to Paul but they all had a thing for Adriana who was now overcome by the three, who had the intention to rape her. "Now why don't you three be good little pups and let my sister go?" He knew he was asking for a beating, but still that was his little sister, even if she could kick his ass.

One of the three turned around and growled, he was the ringleader of the three. "Go away Paul before I hurt you!"

Paul raised a brow, "really? Well your sure you can figure out how to do that hmm, you'd have to catch me first"

"Paul you little runt, i'm stronger, faster and meaner then you"

"You forgot uglier and dumber not to mention, lacking in�Stature"

That did it the three all turned and dropped Adriana to the ground and took off after Paul, who turned and ran as fast as he could, the three where quickly catching up when Paul leaped off a ledge and grabbed a branch to swing up onto as the three all landed about ten feet below in a rather large patch of wolfs bane, Paul swung back and landed on the ledge. "Like I said dumber," he turned and walked over to where Adriana stood in tattered clothing, blinking at her brother who she thought would never stand up for himself, let alone her, Paul gave her his hand. "You should get home before someone sees you like that, I cant afford to get beat up by everyone out here for your sake" Adriana just nodded and headed home ahead of him. Paul grabbed his notebook and headed back home, as the three bullies finally crawled out of the patch of wolfs bane that would leave them in great pain for the next few weeks.

With the next few weeks, Adriana's behavior around Paul changed greatly, she was a lot more submissive when in his presence and was eager to help him with things, which put him on the defensive as he didn't quite trust her at times, due to her violent nature. One night Paul lay in his bed reading a novel, a small lamp on beside the bed as he lay on the top of the sheets in only his boxers. He didn't notice Adriana walk in and look him over, her eyes widening a bit as she saw the rather large but relaxed bulge in his boxers, which was proof enough that he put most werewolf's to shame, she bit her lip and walked over and sat next to him.

"Paul? Can I ask you a question? And I want you to be honest"

"Yeah, sure what is it? "

"Am I attractive? I know a lot of the men look at me, but is I really attractive? Most men just want to mate for the hell of it and will sleep with whoever"

Paul looked up from his book for a moment, and looked to her face and eyes which seemed to be sparkling, she had passive side that made her seem very much a lady when she wasn't her normal self. "I don't know, I've never really thought about it, yeah I guess so, now can I go back to reading?"

She got a sour look and gruffed, "you guess so? Damn it you didn't even look at me!" With that she sat down on his stomach, straddling his body and pulled the book from his hands and looked straight in his eyes. "Look at me god damn it tell me if you find me attractive?"

Paul sighed and finally looked her over, before he hadn't noticed that she was wearing an almost transparent nightgown, that was a body hugging mesh, for the first time he saw her as a woman, not just his sister. "Yes, Adriana, your very attractive, now can I please go back to read�." His words where cut off by her lips upon his, he was all but stunned and finally pushed her back. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

Adriana smiled and pressed her body down against his, running her hands through his hair, which she knew he liked a lot. "Its called a kiss silly, and there's more then that" She licked his cheek lightly before nipping at his neck"

"A..driana� where family.. You can't be doing..this." He was quickly loosing the battle of will to his body and hormones.

" Its alright Paul, werewolf's can mate within packs when they cant find suitable mates elsewhere, and I want you" She slide her hands down and pulled off her nightgown, letting her body be shown to him fully. "Take me, make me yours"

Paul shook his head and tried to get up but she held him down, and when she removed her nightgown he couldn't help but grow hard within his boxers, his hands went up to move her off him, but she grabbed them and put them to her large breasts and made him squeeze them. "Adriana..still�� its�. Not �. Right" His eyes flashed yellow for a moment as his instincts began to take over and he began squeezing her breasts on his own. Adriana moaned deeply and leaned down to kiss him passionately, her lips dancing upon his as he tongue darted out into his mouth and met his tongue in a wet and warm embrace.

Adriana's hands slide down and removed his boxers and then broke her kiss to look upon his erect cock and gasped loudly, as she saw the monstrous size of his cock, she quivered a bit as she wondered how that would go inside of her. But being aggressive as she always was got up and positioned herself above him and slowly lowered herself upon his cock, letting it sink slowly into her, she bit her lip to keep from howling once she got the tip of his head into her, every inch was a tortuous pleasure before she stopped feeling his member come in contact with her hymen. She looked down up on Paul's face, which was overcome with ecstasy, with that she let go and let gravity do the work and let him slide completely into her, as she met the base of his cock, tears streamed down her face as she whimpered in pain, but stopped crying as she felt Paul's arms wrap around her and hold her close. She whispered in his ear as she lay next to his body. "I love you Paul"

Paul whispered back to her, "and I love you Adriana" With that she broke their embrace and began to move herself back and forth a little bit, getting use to the large invasion into her intimate parts of her body. As she rocked back and forth letting the pain and unease of having him within her turn into pleasure, soon she was rocking back and forth, letting more then six inches slip and out of her with each movement, still she felt him in her, She sat up and began to move up and down on him, letting the long, thick cock slide in and out of her, Paul's hands held her hips helping her along, she was soon growling out and stifling howls as she moved quickly upon him, until she slammed herself down, climaxing hard, stars spinning around her as he came within her at the same time. Adriana collapsed upon his body in a sweaty heap her hair dangling around her face as she snuggled up to him. "Mmm, I love you"

With a kiss upon her cheek, the now exhausted Paul held her close as he too fell asleep embraced with Adriana, who slept soundly in his arms.
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