Finding the Professor Ch. 03

Lost in Niobe

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Triple sat in her new cage. Triple really hoped she wouldn't be in the jail cell much longer.

"So slaves? What were you thinking?" She said after watching the cat woman pace far too long.

Triple stared at her captor beyond the glowing laser bars of her jail cell. It had been two hours since she crawled out of the bed, and it was about 30 minutes of staring from the woman.

Triple said nothing. Instead she kept pacing. This hairless woman was driving her crazy. She had seen these hairless types before and they always looked at her weird.

"Hey? I'm talking to you. I'm trying to be kind," a slight anger bubbling under her voice.

Triple smiled. Let her captor be furious. She kept pacing. Not sure how to make the woman erupt in anger.

"My name is the Professor," she said.

What an entitled name. Triple thought.

"You're in my Niobe. I'm Kepleyan."

Triple was weirded out by the sudden giving of information. Her kind never spilled their guts out like this. This woman in front of me is insane.

I'll never tell you my peoples secrets. Triple argued silently with this Professor woman.

"You, I believe, are from Tyo. An Earth-like planet full of jungles and cat-like people," the Professor told her.

What is this idiot on about. Tyo lost its jungles long ago to fires from my people. She thought.

"Of course that was 500 years ago when your planet still had forests. That's probably why most of your people left."

Fuck. This woman knew her and her people's secrets.

"I have no idea how to get you to open up. I'm sorry about your brother. We left him in your ship. Only you could be saved. The seas of Europa will probably claim his remains and be fish food."

"Fuck you, bitch!" Triple said. She was furious with this heinous woman. "How dare you talk of Double! He was an honorable warrior!"

"Ah. There's that cat voice of yours. Perhaps you can now tell me your name as well. Now that I know Double's name," the Professor said.

She had been cornered.

"I know your people like to remain silent. I was surprised by that diary you left. You must've knew you were dead," she said. "I'm sorry for stirring up your emotions. Using your brother, Double, in that way was rude of me."

"He was a good man," Triple said.

"Ha. I'd call neither of you good. You wanted slaves. Tyoans don't need slaves."

"They wouldn't have been for us. They were a quick money trip," Triple felt cornered. "Double is the greatest man I know."

"Knew... now... sorry," the woman said. Triple knew she could take this bitch on in a fight. Those ridiculous heels would land her a descent face plant.

"Bitch. I could knock you on your ass for that comment," Triple said. Anger was rippling out of her.

"Ya. I probably would deserve that. Can you tell me your name? Mine is the Professor. I'd prefer not being called bitch, but then again that's possibly a kink of mine," she was rambling.

Cease this rambling, woman.

"My name is Triple. I'm from Tyo, as you stated. My brother and I were orphans."

"Oh. Orphans. Your diary didn't mention that," the annoying woman said.

"Make fun of the terrible orphan with awful piloting skills," Triple said bitterly.

"I didn't say that," she said. "Fuck. Maybe I did."

"My diary didn't mention a lot of things."

"True. One can only say so much with words," the Professor said. "Double and Triple. I'm sorry for your loss. If I let you out could I trust you, Triple?"

This woman was far too trusting of a Tyo warrior who could knock her on her ass.

"I'm going to choose to trust you, Triple," the Professor said and opened the door of her cell. "Follow me and don't get lost! I'm not sure if my ship trusts you to wander freely. She might get you lost and it'll take me days to find your corpse. I'll probably smell you long before I can find you."

She? Corpse? Lost? Tyoans don't get lost. This woman again proves her lose grip on reality.

Triple followed the taller woman, only by five inches, and some of that height was due to two inch heeled brown boots. The Professor's gait proved a challenge to keep up with for the Tyoan woman.

They finally made it to the center console room after a few failed attempts. This woman thought she knew her ship well. Idiot.

"That was a difficult journey. I'm sorry you don't trust her, sweetheart, I don't either, but she's probably going to be staying with us for a while," the Professor said and stroked machinery. Triple saw the blatant sexual nature in her touch. She stroked pieces like it was a human body.

In fact, the woman in front of her reeked of sexual desire. Triple's nose rarely led her astray. In a ship full of metal smells the lust easily stood out.

Horny bitch.

"She'll be good, sweetheart. I promise. If she's not then you can decide on a fitting punishment."

This horny bitch is crazier than I thought. Triple thought. "Who the fuck are you talking to?"

"I'm talking to my ship. She threw a few dead ends while we were trying to get here. I don't think she likes you very much and that speaks volumes," the Professor said and looked around the machinery in front of her.

Definitely a crazy bitch.

"Oh. That guy over there is Walt. Hi, Walt," she said and waved at a man sitting on an upper floor. He was reading a book. "He's catching up on HFHM on my recommendation. I'm not sure how much he's enjoying it. He hasn't said..."

Triple's eyes darted between the two of them. Walt waved at her. How had she not seen him before. Perhaps he posed no threat at all to her and she didn't even register he was there. However, that was unusual.

It's this ship. It's throwing off my senses.

The Professor had pulled out a rag and had started cleaning the console. There were no visible bits of metal that needed polishing, but that wasn't Triple's job, so she wandered through the large open three tiered room.

"Feel free to explore this front area, but don't go back the way you came, Triple. We'll sort out your sleeping quarters soon. We need to get sweetheart on the same page before that happens." The pilot of this insane ship said and watched her as she went up to look at the thousands of books on the upper platform. "And try not to enslave Walt, he's my friend and I will skin you like the big cat you are. My office needs a new rug."

Triple gave a malicious glare in return, but soon relented. There was only so much she could say. She didn't know where the exit to ship was, and even then they could be floating in space. Shivers ran through her body. She didn't know for sure, if she could take the woman in a fight. Her ego told her fuck yes, but her gut told her hell no.

Avoiding the silent man reading she walked around the opposite direction.

The fuck is Becoming Monsters? Triple thought. "Why does it end unfinished?" She said quietly as she flipped to the end.

Triple put the unfinished book back in where she found it. She was apparently in the NonHuman collection.

If Walt and the Professor were human that would probably make her not human. She hugged furry body and looked over at the Professor.

Of course she was quietly talking to the ship. Her lips were moving, but her words were quiet enough that Triple couldn't hear what the human looking woman was saying. She didn't care. She was in a foreign environment and it made very uncomfortable.

Will I ever get home? What's home without Double?

Then her thoughts dwelled on her brother as she silently watched the captain clean the controls of the ship. Her arms still squeezing her sides. Thoughts of brotherly hugs filled her head.

"She does that. I've known this ship for only a few days and she does that. Has it been days?" Walt said. He had snuck up on her and Triple fought the urge to jump.

Don't get distracted.

"You probably don't know what cats are, but you reminded me strongly of one. However a cat would jump and then run," the man said. He looked to be her age.

"Cats... Your Professor mentioned them before. What are they? Are they those things on that blanket in my jail cell?" she asked. Her eyes not leaving the woman obsessively cleaning the center console. A fear of the woman was developing.

Why does she scare me?

Walt pulled out a device Triple didn't recognize. He tapped a few times and brought something up. The man then nodded silently and brought it in front of her eyes.

"This is my brother Johnny's cat. She got in the closet and was climbing around in the clothes."

Triple silently watched a creature jump onto clothing in a closet. It used its claws to climb. Probably tearing the fabric and ruining several items. Then it lost its grip and thudded to the floor. She assumed the cat landed on its feet. She didn't show any emotion. Her mind compared the creature to her and her brother.

Then she looked down at her claws. They were somewhat similar. She could probably use her claws in a similar fashion to climb fabric and leave holes.

A thought made its way into her head.

"Can I see that again?" She asked Walt.

"Yea. Sure," Walt said and handed her the phone.

She watched. A tear made its way down her cheek.

"Is there something wrong. I thought this video would be funny. If it's not I can put it back," Walt said and held his hand out for the phone.

"Your brother's cat reminds me of my brother. Same black fur. How can some stupid alien's pet remind me of my brother?" Triple said. She shook her head and handed him his phone.

"Fuck. Sorry. I didn't realize. All that's missing is a space suit and some facial hair... Sorry," Walt said and took his phone back.

Triple couldn't help herself. She glared at the man. Hatred written across her features. She could easily rip his face off with her claws. She could eat his organs and tie his stupid Professor up with his entrails while she rode her face for fun.

Then the thought was gone. She shook her head and thought of her brother. His loss was doing a number on her. She hoped, wherever he was, he could still protect her from her rage.

"He should've survived. Not me. I don't deserve it. I'm a hateful woman," she finally said. She still stared at her claws.

"I didn't know him and I don't know you, so I'm gonna not jump to any conclusions."

"I have no idea what kind of man you are, but he was strong, kind, resilient, dedicated, and hard working."

"A few of those words mean the same thing. If he was anything like my brothers, then he was reliable," Walt said. "Yet, both of you still thought enslaving was the best course of action."

Triple only nodded sadly for a reply.

They stood silence for a few minutes. Neither one of them said anything and she stared at the Professor who kept cleaning metal bits with her rag. She continued to ramble to the ship. A few times Triple heard the ship rumble and hum.

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She eventually found a book to read from the perverse library. It was some dungeon harem with incest. She only started reading it because there wasn't anything else to do and the Professor had wandered off.

Something about a missing piece.

So she sat and read in the chair opposite of Walt. He was still reading the same thing he had been when she arrived in the room.

Home for something or another...

Nothing really happened for hours and the Professor hadn't come back. Walt had started to pace after the second hour the woman had been gone.

Meanwhile, Triple didn't care. So what if she's missing. Walt, on the other hand, was becoming more anxious by the minute.

"What if something has happened to her?"

Triple said nothing. Content to read the dungeon builder fuck his sister. Her thoughts more than once went to Double. Twice the man than the whelp in the book.

Not Walt. Walt was good in her opinion. He seemed kind and strong like Double. She assumed she was alive because of him, but didn't ask.

"What if she got lost?"

"It's her ship, kid," Triple said. "It's her fault if she got lost."

"We're the same age... I think," Walt said.

Triple said nothing.

Walt did a few more paces not far from where she sat. She didn't mind and getting back to reading the smut was easy. The boy in the story was now saving a town from something or other.

"We have to help her. She has to be lost. She'd come find us," Walt argued.

"Fuck that crazy bitch!" Triple released some pent up rage. "Let her be lost!"

Walt watched her with anger in his eyes. Triple thought she saw his desire to fight. It excited her. She wanted to see this meek man throw fists at her in blind rage.

Walt visibly calmed. Damn. He's got a cool head. Still sexy... I guess.

"I'm gonna go look for her," Walt said bluntly and turned towards the way the Professor left hours ago. "You can come with me or you can stay here."

"I'm not sure if it would be better than incest," Triple said. The stare she got from Walt was fun, but she placed her book down, making sure to mark her page, and followed.

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Lost. They were lost.

A pool. A giant pool that had a skylight. It felt unreal to Walt. In what world could there be a skylight over a pool in a living spaceship crammed inside a 1950s sports car?

Walt thought it would make an excellent place to hang out on any other given day. However, today they were on a mission to find the Professor.

Triple appeared like she was reluctant to go. She had made a few extra glances at the sunny windows above the pool. It let in a lot of warmth. Walt knew Johnny's cat loved sunbathing on window sills. Perhaps that applied to the gray cat in front of her.

Her pretty orange eyes took in one last glance of, what Walt assumed, an artificial sun.

"Were you tempted to relax in that room, Triple?" Walt asked. They were walking down the halls of the impossibly large Niobe.

"I was wondering if I'd see the sun again. Europa left a nasty taste in my mouth. So cold..." Triple said.

Walt said nothing. Worried for his new shipmate.

Next they found an office. It was tiny compared to the pool room, but still had impossible windows that light shined through. Of course, there was an erotic piece of fiction on the desk.

This time it was titled Pleasures of Hell: Book One. Neither one of them made an effort to pick up and look at the book. Instead they glanced at the office, with its bookcases and brightly painted wood desk, and left.

Neither of them made an effort to talk to each other. Walking through the halls was enough at the moment.

Then they came upon an aquarium. With what looked to be fish, but on closer inspection were mechanic. Walt watched the creatures in fascination. He had never been into biology and only creative writing had truly captivated him.

Fish caught his attention in the aquarium. He wondered where each fish had came from, or where the fish each robotic fish was based on came from.

None, except one, looked from Earth. Walt knew enough to know an octopus crawled around the floor of the aqua-scape.

"That's a cheap imitation of a fish from Tyo," Triple said. She pointed at the fish swimming near the surface. "It's a Hydophantle Giller. Those fish on my planet went extinct after the jungles caught fire. They lived on falling foliage. They'd never live in a tropical climate and they'd never be that bright yellow."

Walt listened. The young man glanced from the fish to Triple as she told him about it.

"That is an octopus," Walt said. He then pointed at the eight legged creature at the bottom of the tank. "From what I know of sea life, not much I admit, it looks and behaves accurately enough."

Triple made an effort to listen to Walt as well. She looked at him and then at the tentacled creature. She seemed interested in the life form.

They watched the robotic lifeforms from each of their planets. Walt thought the shared moment felt pleasant. He watched as the Giller ate leaves on the surface and he watched the octopus come in and out of its nest. After a few minutes they continued their journey.

Down hallways they went. Some felt unnecessarily long while others were very short. They encountered a few dead ends and Triple hissed at each one.

Walt and Triple found a window in one hallway. A giant wall-sized window past a railing that kept them from touching the glass. In the window they saw, what they assumed, a star shining brightly in an infinitely large black void. No other stars were visible. Just a vast empty blackness only the giant sun shone. A bright sun that hurt his eyes to look at. He avoided looking at it. They didn't go through the small door that stood halfway in the long glass window.

Perhaps this star shines through several of the windows we saw? Walt briefly thought before they walked away.

They went through several Niobe console rooms, but none looked like the correct one and one or two of them look unfinished. Walt was excited by the first console room because he felt like they did one giant loop and perhaps the Professor had made it back by now. The space was eerily empty. The console room didn't have its library level and instead was one level with simplified controls.

So they ignored the next few console rooms. None of them looked right and none held the Professor.

Walt and Triple walked into a garage with a few more T-birds. Walt half expected to open the hood of one to see another Niobe. Instead it was a real engine.

They also found a kitchen, a lab, a lecture hall, and a theater.

Why is this ship so large? What's going on?

Walt could have sworn that they were going through halls that changed behind them. The ship was shifting around behind him and it felt unsettling. His eyes darted to Triple. Part of him was screaming that if they got separated she would stay lost.

Walt entered a library looking behind him to make sure Triple was still with him.

The library held a painting of the Professor as she was now. It was in a dominant location and would be very hard to miss. It hung in the center of the room between a twin staircase.

It seemed to have been painted hundreds of years ago. The painting looked old. The Professor in the painting also looked much younger than she was now. He could see her age through her eyes. Her eyes looked at least a hundred years younger.

She wore two layers. Pale colors as if faded and old clothing.

How old is the Professor? Walt wondered.

They found another library nearby. Walt was pretty sure it was the same room copy and pasted.

In the second library the only difference was second painting. Somehow, this second painting looked even older. In it was a very young Professor. She was in her early teen years. Awkward looking and uncomfortable. Her light blue eyes contained sadness. They begged to be out of their current situation. Behind her was a woman who looked almost exactly like the Professor as she was now.

Again two layers of clothing for both the older woman and young Professor. Pale colors faded from years in the sun working.

The older woman looked pissed. A vile black haired woman with evil purple eyes and candy apple lips. Her purple eyes held deep rage. They reminded Walt of poison berries that would kill, if you even looked at them, or touched them. She looked controlling and abusive with the way she held the young girl's shoulder. She was ready to take her child to experience the worst day of her life. Perhaps it was a bad portrait day, or perhaps it was her attitude all day every day.

"Who is that woman?" Walt asked. His voice was slightly defensive. He was concerned for the young teen Professor.

"Does it matter?" Triple asked brusquely. "That lady is probably long dead."

"Ya..." Walt said. The young college student felt like he knew better. Each of these paintings were old. Absurdly ancient compared to the 22-year-old man.

If it were Earth or Tyo, yes, the subjects of each painting would be long dead.

Finally, they gave up after finding the same bedroom repeating. There were no differences in each bedroom.

"Why a bedroom?" he asked the ship. "Why not the library again?"

Being stuck in a bedroom led Walt to take a break in their ever more frustrating situation. He sat on the soft bed. He stretched his legs and watched the catgirl who still stood. Walt's legs were tired after so much walking.

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The Professor was jamming out to jazz while she worked on some tech that hadn't been, nor would be, on Earth.

She briefly thought about Walt in his nerdy college outfit. His plaid shirt always tucked in. He never wore glasses, but the Professor thought he'd look good in them.

Triple, I hope you get better. Walt really helped me and I hope in the hours I've left you with him he'll help you too. The cat woman in her militaristic outfit made a cameo in her mind. She is attractive. I hope she is a good person, or strives to be better, because I want to have sex with her.

A small robot stood in front her. It was moving back and forth. Grabbing something here and taking it there.

If the Professor could get it to move bigger items then it would be a game changer for life in the Niobe.

Instead of having to interrupt whatever she was currently working on to grab something in the ship she could have the small robot do it. The next problem came with communicating what item she needed.

In front of her was a robot that didn't know the difference between raisin cookies and chocolate chip cookies and she had sunk several hours into the task.

A task that was ever increasing into frustrated ramblings.

"That's not raisins. How could that possibly raisins? On what planet do you hail from, you tiny useless robot? If you were built on any planet apart from the one you were built on you would know chocolate from raisins."

Shrugging was all but impossible for the robot to do. It still, somehow, managed a tiny one.

"That's chocolate. Never in a million years would that ever be a raisin. Never in a billion. Never in a googol... well maybe then, but not now. Never now. That isn't raisin," the Professor lectured the robot in front of her.

The two foot thing didn't argue back holding out the chocolate chip cookie as if to say this cookie could solve the Professor's current conundrum. He didn't know how anything else could solve her problem. After all, the robot only knew what the robot knew and the Professor couldn't ever know what he knew.

"Let's try again," the Professor said, "I feel like you can get it right this time."

She pulled up a chair, rather than sit on the floor any longer, and looked expectantly at the silver two foot robot. He had spinning antennae ears and blue lights for eyes. His grippers still held the chocolate chip cookie.

"Now hand me a raisin cookie. Please. A raisin one," she said and stared at the robot with patience.

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The Professor had told Walt multiple times the ship was alive. A thought that bubbled to the surface as he rested on the king-sized bed.

His legs were still tired. Walt couldn't even stand and made no effort to get up. Eventually, Triple sat on the bed on the opposite side of him wordlessly.

"This is my fault," she said.

Walt was pretty sure she was right, but made no effort to tell her she was correct. He wanted to change the subject and thought of Double. Walt winced at the idea of losing one of his brothers.

"I-I have three... brothers," Walt said. He didn't bother looking at her and stared at the wall. He massaged life back into his legs.

Triple said nothing. He heard a soft sound and assumed it was like saying "ok." Walt couldn't tell where she was staring, but dared not look in case it would make either him shy or her unresponsive.

"Johnny, Charles, and Nathan," Walt said. "I-I... can't i-imagine what it must feel like to lose a brother."

Triple said nothing.

"I'm really sorry about your brother, Triple."

"Are they older or younger?"

"I-I'm the oldest," Walt said. Glad he'd received something from her.

"Double was older. By three years. Without him I have no living family. Growing up with him, he was always protective," Triple told him.

"I was a bit over-protective of my brothers as well." Walt was reminded of the fight, with Billy, the Professor mentioned. Wincing at the memory. Triple didn't see.

"We grew up as orphans. He'd always protect me from the other kids," she said somberly, "I remember one time he clawed another female when she stole a precious belonging of mine."

He heard soft sobs coming from the other side of the bed. The older brother in him demanded he respond, but the shy part battled as well. Mind flipping back and forth between going to her or not.

Walt pinched his thigh in indecision. Grabbing anything to calm his nerves. The deciding factor came when her sobs grew louder.

His body worked automatically and he found himself standing in front of her. Then he sat beside her and wrapped his larger body around her.

Triple sobbed uncontrollably in his arms. It was a surprising loss of control from what he had seen from the controlled woman. He squeezed his arms tightly around her and felt her tears pooling through his shirt.

Her tears kept falling and all Walt could do was comfort her as best as he could. Walt wondered how Double would've comforted her.

He wasn't Double and his arms squeezed her even tighter. His eyes also started to leak. He could never replace her brother. No one could and there would always be a gap in her heart.

She cried for several minutes more. It broke Walt's heart and he shared some of her sadness as best he could.

Triple broke her way out of his tight embrace. Walt released the embrace and stared down at her. Her orange eyes were stained red from her crying.

He felt an emotional connection. They locked eyes. He stared into her bright orange, almost pumpkin colored eyes. The tears were gone, but a sadness remained. A deep sadness from an unfillable void.

A stare into her eyes told him that she was thinking about something. Something was eating away at her.

"If there's something on your mind you can tell me. I'm here to listen. I'd like to be here for you," Walt said to her.

She stared into his eyes. "Your eyes remind me of home. They remind of the green Tyo lost."

There embrace was over, but Walt was still shoulder to shoulder with her. Walt placed his hand on hers. She relaxed even more and they held hands on the bed.

They gazed into each other's eyes looking for connections. Looking for acceptance. Her pumpkin colored eyes felt so human. He saw the passion, ambition, and longing through the windows of her soul.

Walt's mind moved at a million miles per hour. Worrying it was happening too fast. He barely knew this woman. He didn't need to, if her eyes could tell him this much.

Her eyes relaxed him and he stared into orange cat-like eyes. His right hand was in hers. Ambitious for more he twisted his body to place both hands on her. A hand in hers and a hand on her thigh.

Triple still wore the outfit she was frozen in. The image of her frozen made him remove his hand more quickly than he placed it. His eyes shot away from her and he instead made eye contact with the floor. Walt also tried to remove his hand from hers, but she held tight. How long had she been frozen? What about her brother? What about their mission to Earth?

Triple gently grabbed his hand and placed it higher on her body than he originally placed it. The action was soft, gentle, and romantic.

He looked at how high his hand was on her thigh and then met her eyes again. Those eyes reminded him of the Thanksgiving pumpkin pies his grandma used to bake. Her eyes had the same warmth that memory brought. A warmth that told him she wouldn't enslave another soul.

Walt didn't realize his mouth was moving closer to hers. Triple glanced down at his lips and committed. Her lips found his in a loving kiss. This was Walt's first romantic kiss. In fact it had been his first ever kiss. At 22-years-old he was still a virgin and being a virgin he got to choose who he could have sex with.

Did he want this? His first time to be with a woman he met frozen only hours ago? When he met her eyes after his first kiss his immediate answer was maybe...

Her eyes, which were filled with rage for as long as he had known her and it wasn't long, were now filled with curiosity, longing, and warmth since they had been in the bedroom. Walt desired to kiss her more, if it only was kissing that would be fine.

Kiss they did. At first Walt was worried about going further. He didn't know what the cat woman wanted. Kissing a different species was an unusual experience for both of them, so they took it slow.

Walt was worried her tongue would be rough or hair would get in his mouth, but nothing like that happened.

Her tongue was long and thin. She explored his mouth and they curled their tongues around each other.

Her right hand started to unbutton his plaid shirt. It was a slow process and took away some of her concentration from the impassioned kiss, but she eventually got his shirt off. Her claws scratched at the tank top underneath. She broke the kiss to quickly remove it.

Her left hand was massaging his upper thigh while her right hand scratched at his chest softly with her dangerous claws. Her touch was driving him insane with lust, so he did the same to her. He probably wasn't as skilled as the gray cat lady. His hands still caressed her inner thigh. The action brought a moan. Feeling her tongue around his while she moaned was amazing. Her moan tightened her tongue around his tongue trapping it in place.

Her outfit was difficult to get off. The buttons took both of his hands to undo, so he got her top off as quickly as he could.

Their pants were still on. Triple got off the bed and pulled her pants off in one swift motion. Her shoes were somehow already gone from her feet. Cat like paws stood her on the ground far bigger than any cat he'd seen in person, but nothing like a big cats. They were designed to carry her body on two legs.

Then she did the same to his pants and underwear. They came off in one swift motion ripping his shoes off along with it.

They were now both naked. Walt finally had a chance to admire her full body. Her body was covered in soft gray fur, her breasts were covered with the same fur, but two bare pink nipples protruded from the fur. They were pink and stood like proud soldiers.

She eyed him up and down. The appraisal made him shy and he almost covered his body forgetting that anything he did would still make both his cock visible and the majority of his hairy freckled body.

Triple straddled his body. She was careful to not sit on his shaft and bend it uncomfortably. Instead she softly pushed up towards his belly and sat on his lap pressing her full weight onto him and the bed.

"Do you want to fuck me?" Triple asked. She grabbed one of his hands and placed it on on of her breasts. She grabbed the other hand and placed it on her lower back above her gray ass.

Walt didn't answer for a full minute. He sat and stared at the sexy cat humanoid sitting on his lap with his hand on her breast. He squeezed and played with the mound. He pinched her nipple. It was the first breast he'd ever touched and he wasn't sure what to do. She sat patiently waiting for his response. She played with his chest hair. Perhaps taking comfort in that humans can be quite hairy as well.

"Y-yes," Walt said. His voice was soft and he was afraid she didn't hear him. "Yes. I do," he said more firmly.

"That's good. I'll take it slow. It's been awhile and I suspect it's your first time. Do humans use protection?" Triple asked.

Walt pointed to his jeans nervously. They were on the ground and contained a condom he worried would be too old or wouldn't fit. She held his shoulder while she bent down and grabbed his jeans. Triple then went through his pockets finding anything and everything in them.

Walt took the chance to look at her back. Triple wasn't completely gray. He noticed her lower back and butt had light barely noticeable stripes. Her tail had slightly more noticeable stripes of light gray. While pointing out any differences in color he also noted her ears had thin enough fur and the skin was thin enough to come out as a faint pink.

He nodded when she found the correct item. She opened it quickly and looked at it closely. Perhaps trying to understand how it worked and how to use it.

Without any input from Walt she knew exactly what to do.

She slipped the condom expertly over his cock and it fit perfectly much to Walt's satisfaction.

Triple massaged her pussy folds and clit while she straddled his lap. Her other hand stroked his cock.

Meanwhile, Walt explored her body. His hands glided up and down her back. Against her fur and with it. He was experimenting in trying to find extra sensitive spots. Treating it like a challenge to find which spots made her groan with pleasure.

Just above her butt, her lower back, there was a spot that made her arch her back and moan softly. There was a purr as well. So he kept one hand there massaging around that area to make her moan and purr. Sometimes he would grab her butt cheek. Her plump furred rear felt soft in his hand.

His other hand explored her thighs, her belly and almost always settled on her breasts. Then he would remember her thighs were sensitive and bring the hand back. Each touch from him made her squirm in delight. Her eyes rolled back and her head tilted back. Tilting enough there was a risk of her falling off his lap.

Her hand on his cock stabilized her. The movements her hands were making felt wonderful and he couldn't wait to feel her pussy. Triple moaned more and Walt kept his hands near sensitive areas while she orgasmed on top of him.

That seemed to be her cue to glide his cock softly and slowly into her vagina. The sensation made Walt squeeze Triple's thigh even more as he held onto her body.

She rested one hand on his shoulder and the other one gripped Walt's knee.

And then he was fully inside her. Triple's pussy was warm and she felt slick from all his massages and touches. Triple guided his hands to her waist and her hands found his shoulder and knee again.

Walt kept his hands where she placed them and felt her pussy move up and down on his cock. The sensation brought him closer and closer to orgasm. One hand stayed on her waist while the other gripped her ass.

There were moans from both of them as they got closer and closer to orgasm. A hand moved his jaw up and his eyes met hers. She wanted eye contact as she moaned more and more. Her pace quickened and Walt moved his hips to hopefully help the rhythm.

In one last moan she orgasmed. Her head arched back breaking eye contact and claws dug into his shoulder.

"Put me on the bed and fuck my brains out until you cum inside me, Walt," she told him.

She didn't have to tell him twice. She was soon in the air as he twisted around. The 6 foot 4 inch man easily lifting the 5 foot 4 inch gray furred woman.

Walt started grinding into her as she lay flat on the bed. Her hands caressed her breasts while Walt held tight around her waist.

Fucking her felt good. The young man felt really good. Soon he found a pace he was enjoyed. Her pussy warm and wet. The sensations of going in and out felt tighter than handjob or blowjob. Her pussy squeezed around him every time he entered her and his hands gripped tightly to the woman to feel her pussy clench on his shaft when he was deep inside.

Triple moaned beneath him and the sound was euphoric. He knew they were both enjoying this and his heart pumped faster. With one last push inside he blew his load and then he collapsed onto her and the bed.

He hugged her again. The embrace was loving and Triple readily accepted it. As he lay on top of her they cuddled. Her warm and furry body would quickly put him to sleep, if he let her.

"It would be better if I lay on top, Walt."

Walt wasn't convinced, but they soon switched positions.

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She finally made it back to the center console room. She was carrying the robot she affectionately named Roger.

Roger moved his body in her hands, trying to escape his current confines with as much might as he could muster. Which wasn't much as he was only designed to carry small tools and parts.

Walt and Triple were missing.

"Wonder where they are. Sweetie, do you know?" The Professor asked her ship.

Wiggle Wiggle

She then went to one of the various monitors. It displayed the life signs of Walt and Triple.

"They're in the master bedroom?" She said. "Any reason why, sweetheart?"

The engines hummed in response deep within the grown machine.

Roger added another wiggle to the conversation.

"Oh. You naughty girl," the Professor said as she used monitors and buttons to found out what happened. The systems didn't tell her much. Some assumption was required. "You protective girl. I assume that's what happened. Who are you trying to protect? Me? Walt?"

"What am I gonna do with you?" the Professor said.

Roger was placed softly on the ground. A silver rectangular droid with two glowing blue eyes and two spinning antennae. Legs of the two foot helper were small and carried him slowly around the ship. Two arms extended out from under his square head almost touching the ground and much longer than his legs. The Professor had become tired of his wriggling. Roger looked around with his blue eyes and then Roger firmly face planted himself onto the floor. She picked him up and put him back on his feet.

He firmly face planted again. Maybe the inorganic wood floor felt good on his circuits, so the Professor left him.

"I notice a glitch," the Professor said examining the monitor some more. Trying to find any clues as to what happened. The task was notoriously difficult. She pressed a few keys on the keyboard and the glitch revealed itself again. On the monitor was a labyrinth of rooms she had never programmed. Rooms leading to nowhere and some led to danger. She followed one set of rooms that led straight outside. There was only one door to the ship, but now with the glitch there could have been hundred. "Fuck. It's a maze."

"What did you do, sweetheart?" She asked. She also received no response. "What happened?"

Desperation struck the Kepleyan woman. She needed to figure this out before she got lost in her machine. How much of this was her being protective and how much of this is a glitch?

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Walt felt tired. After a healthy workout he thought about napping. Maybe he should take a nap.

He stared at the furry woman resting peacefully in his arms beside him on the bed. He really thought the Professor would have sex with him before the cat lady. Their only sexual encounter had been her giving him a blowjob. Regrettably, he had yet to return the favor, nor had he the courage to ask for more.

He saw an opportunity, with Triple, and he seized it. An opportunity that was mostly created by Triple and possibly the ship. The sex had been mind blowing for his first time.

"You asleep?" Walt asked.

"No. Just resting my eyes."

"You ok?"

"I'm better than I am when I woke up in that jail cell," the cat woman said. "Crying had helped. Sex had helped too."

"That's... good," Walt said. He wanted his first time to be special and it had felt special. He saw the woman laying on him as someone who could be a great friend and lover. The gray cat laying on him gave a content sigh.

"How are you, Walt?" Triple said. A claw of hers scratched his chest softly.

They looked sharp and the sensation sent shivers down Walt's spine. Those claws reminded how different life had been on Tyo. How big of an animal could she take down with her claws?

"Uh... I'm fine," Walt said. "Just worried about the Professor."

At the mention of the other woman in the ship her claw punctured his skin and drew a slight drop of blood. Walt winced at the sight and from the pain. Blood pooled above his lowest rib. He switched his gaze to the cat's eyes as she looked up at him. A slight regret appeared as her orange eyes avoided his gaze.

"Sorry. She seems ok, but I'm not fast to trusting. I could take you easily in a fight, but her, she'd fight unfair," Triple said.

Walt couldn't help himself and chuckled. He laughed and Triple removed her claw from his chest. Walt laughed more. She sat up and stared down at him.

"What? Are you laughing at me?!" She asked angrily.

"What it takes to make you trust someone makes me feel bad for you. That's a terrible world view," Walt told her.

Triple's fangs made a slight appearance and a growl escaped her mouth.

"Sorry. I'm sorry, Triple," Walt said. He was fully recovered from his laughing fit. Triple placed her head back down on his pectoral and Walt hugged her shoulder bringing her in tightly. She was so soft and so warm. Walt wanted to hear her purr again.

At that moment the Professor showed up.

"Feel free to sleep for the night," the Professor said from the door.

Triple jumped from the bed faster than she had angrily gotten out of his embrace. Her naked body was in his arms one second and on the ground beside the bed the next. Her body in a clear fighting stance. She held herself in a boxer pose, slightly crouched, and her arms protecting her face.

Walt stared at the cat woman as Triple eyed her own clothing as if looking for something.

"Oh that reminds me, Triple. Your sword is safely stowed away near the Niobe entrance," the Professor said.

Triple hissed in response. Probably wishing she had her sword to protect herself and her lover still in the bed. Walt tried to remember seeing her sword on Europa, but was unable to visualize it.

The Professor hissed back. It was a mean thing to do and Walt was concerned about both women. Was the hissing about him, or was Triple truly that scared? Why was the Professor making fun of her?

Walt's eyes turned from Triple standing beside the bed to the Kepleyan at the door.

She held a wriggling robot in her arms. Her sonic pen whistling over the trapped machine. Her eyes never looking up from her project.

Did she hear what we were talking about?

"I'll leave you the master bedroom tonight, but tomorrow we need to sort out rooms," the Professor said never meeting either of their eyes.

"Is there anything wrong, Professor?" Walt asked.

"Oh, Walt, how sweet of you to be worried about me. I'm fine," she said. Never looking up from the robot.

Walt was unsure of her attitude and missed his usual nickname. Being just Walt to the alien woman felt wrong. Without saying another word the Professor turned and left. Leaving Walt and the still standing Triple to the bedroom. Was she shivering?

"You ok, Triple?" He asked after a minute.