Lemur walked down the ramp of the Epitaph and into the brightness of the open-roofed hangar. Shadow Stalkers personnel hurried about their tasks, moving and unloading the last of the cargo that had been on the ships last to arrive to the moon base and its colony. At the bottom of the ramp, standing on the cool black, white veined marble floor of the hangar was Toche. Shi held a datapad in one hand, a clipboard in the other and was signing off cargo with a pen in another hand. Hir free hand was placed firmly on hir hip.
''Hey, Toche?'' Lemur called as she bounced down the last few feet of the rib reinforced ramp, ''Where've you put my bike?''
Toche looked back and looked Lemur up and down, an eyebrow cocking slightly.
''You're riding in that?'' Shi asked, all six of hir tentacles flicking slightly at hir back.
Lemur thought about it. Then she shook the innuendo that had formed from her mind. She tossed a pearlescent glowing orb into the air where it floated several inches from the palm of her hand.
''Naw, I'm gonna put my jacket and boots on whilst the engine's warming up. It hasn't been run since we left Nuam.'' She replied with a stretch.
Toche looked on, the pen sliding slowly from the clipboard as shi watched the Master Sergeant's large breasts do interesting things beneath the tight silver shirt.
''Really, you're gonna cause an accident if you do that again.'' Shi said, swallowing hard.
Lemur looked down at herself. She'd pulled the last remaining civilian clothing out of her shipboard wardrobe and donned them; a pair of dark brown leather trousers with wide slits from hip to knee that clung to her backside and thighs, and a gleaming silver shirt that hugged and gripped her curves like a second skin, pulling up beneath and around her breasts, clinging to them, holding them firm. The shirt looked like liquid metal; what it really was, was a part of one of her old flightsuits, a type of armour that was almost organic in feel, silk thin but strong as titanium.
Lemur smiled, forcing Toche to look away and to concentrate on hir work. Lemur padded up to hir, patting hir butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. Toche straightened visibly, hir bright orange tentacles going rigid for a second before relaxing.
''My bike, Weapon Master?'' Lemur purred into one of hir long, purple ears.
Toche sucked in a breath of the cool hangar air, tasting the tang of starship on the back of her tongue and the faint hint of green apple radiating from Lemur herself.
''Garage three-ten-nine, block two.'' Shi said, quietly fighting hir libido, which was made all the harder when Lemur lovingly licked hir lobe and padded off across the softly glowing roadway towards a waiting aircar.

The aircar glided to halt outside one of the garage blocks. Bright summer sunlight poured in through the long, narrow skylights mounted in the high, arching roof of the roadway that linked garage block 3 with hangar fourteen. She slid from the open top vehicle, leaving the staring occupants behind, as she walked towards the rows of silver garage doors, each with a glowing neon number plate set in the frame above each one. She took out her personal datapad and looked at the map; she was still - like many others - getting used to the new base's layout. She could find her way easily from the hangar to her beach-side abode without consulting a map or a road sign, but the base was something else entirely. She wandered down the rows of uniform garage doors set in pale blue stone, turned a couple of corners and located her own storage unit. She scanned her palm on the ID plate that was built into the frame, praying that the neccessary information had been put through the system. A few seconds of non-activity passed with only the sounds of the surrounding hangars filtering to her down the roadways to break the potential deafening silence.
''C'mon, c'mon c'mon c'mon...'' She muttered impatiently.
There was a dull click somewhere within the framework. The panel had lit up green and the door was rolling up on recently greased wheels.
She peered inside as the automated lights flickered on, revealing a stack of three alloyed crates, a tall, slim solid wooden box and something hidden beneath a waterproof tarpaulin. She checked the important stuff first; the crates were still sealed, their welds not having been broken. The gun cabinet style case was still locked and un-damaged. She cast a small sensing spell then nodded, satisfied when it came back positive. Then she turned, smiling to her fondest treasure, which was lurking beneath the oil stained tarp. She peeled it off the motorcycle, as a lover would peel a shirt off, to reveal what was waiting beneath the cloth. The light shone on the headlights; the only part of cycle that remained somewhat un-tarnished by its time spent cooped up in a travel crate somewhere in belly of one of the Shadow Stalkers' huge freighters. Lemur pulled the tarp all the way off, discarding it in a pile in the corner. She ran her fingers along the curves of the modified Yamaha R6, her touch leaving a faint trail in the accumulated grime.
''You poor thing...'' She murmered, ''You're desperate a ride, aren't you?'' She smiled. She swung a leg over it and slid down onto the seat, hands gently gliding over the bulge of the fuel tank to rest on the handlebars. ''But you're not as desperate as my Kaz, I'll bet.''
She grinned toothily at the thought, eyes glowing golden. A slight, languid motion of the left hand peeled all the grime from the bike, leaving it's bright blue and black body gleaming under the light. She inserted the key into the ignition, checked it was out of gear and twisted the fob, praying for the best. The Yamaha groaned, a terrible grating noise coming from somewhere within the engine. Wincing, she released the key, waited a moment, then tried again. The preservation spell she had cast on it had only been small and had worn off a few months ago, but it had been the largest amount of mana that she had dared afford to part with on something that was otherwise considered quite trivial in the grand scheme of the migration of two whole planets. She closed her eyes, turned the key, hoped.

Still the engine groaned, rasped and died.
''Okay then, how about third time lucky...?'' She waited a few seconds, twisted the key again. ''C'mon, baby... Do it for me, please?''
The bike grunted and chugged to life, bucking slightly beneath her. A faint smile curled the corners of her lips. She pulled it from its stand, feet braced on the chill, black floor and gently teased the throttle, slowly building up the revs, until the needle was in the red and the bike was only chugging asthmatically. She smiled broadly and relished the vibrations it was sending out as it started to settle into a rhythm of its own. Her mechanical baby was still alive, its modifications still working in tandem. The powercell charge was just under three quarters charged, the tyres and braking system were registering %100 and the engine restigered no faults. She put it back on its stand, slid from the seat and plucked the glowing orb out of thin air. She left the bike to idle through its various seizes as she pulled strands of black from the surface of the floating orb like strands of hair. Piece by piece, she pulled her leather jacket, helmet and boots from the storage orb, laying them atop the crates and the bike. The orb, once again empty of its contents, stopped glowing and went a dull grey. She waved it back out of existence and pulled her jacket on, a black and blue deal, same shade as the motorcycle. She slipped her soft slip-on shoes off and pulled the three inch heeled boots on, zipping them tight then pulled the helmet on. She lowered herself gently onto the bike once more, listening to the now soft purrs of the engine, feeling the rumbling vibrations of a healthy engine travel up through her thighs. She sighed, her full weight slowly coming down on the bike. Her hands glided over the soft leather of her trousers; up her inner thighs and up her silver-clad abs, fingers curling gently around her large breasts, pinching each erect nipple between forefinger and thumb, rubbing gently. She sighed, almost moaned, biting her bottom lip. The bike was idling and she was thirty miles away from Kieron; already the vibrations were murder. A small part of her was urging her on, to satisfy her needs right there and then. The rest of her steeled her resolve to save it for Kieron. She grudgingly removed her hands from her breasts and zipped up her form hugging jacket. She donned the gloves secluded in her pockets, kicked the stand up and revved the engine experimentally. She gritted her teeth against the vibrations coming from the machine, suppressing a moan of desire. 
''Here goes...'' She sighed, putting it into gear.

The journey to her and Kieron's home, whilst torturous to her mounting needs, was ultimately enjoyable. The rush of air tugging at her body, whipping her long hair about the back of her helm as she sped on down the near empty motorway at 70mph was bliss in the burning sunlight. To one side of the wide, pale grey road was a beach of pale turquoise sand leading off into the distance; on the otherside was a row of tall, broad leafed trees with silvery bark and glossy black leaves. The holographic lane dividers flashed by in a stream of reds, oranges and deep blues as she hugged the bike, urging it on and on, giving it a good workout whilst no one was around to clutter her line of travel up and spoil her fun. Only a few other vehicles were passed on the motorway; a single bulky APC in the Shadow Stalkers livery escorting a Panzarian cargo crawler that was slightly larger than a 22 tonne lorry and a convertable airsportscar packed with bikini-clad women of varying species. The only vehicle that she'd passed on her side of the road had been another motorcycle; an old WhiteBurn 1500 - a classic Panzarian model, similiar to her modified R6 which had long since been retired on Earth some fifty years ago. They'd cruised along together until they'd parted ways at a junction with an appreciative nod to one another. She sighed at the memory; she'd love to own one of those bikes, but they were so rare that it was easier to find hen's teeth whilst blindfolded.
Turning off the road, engine purring, libido screaming bloody murder, she eased onto the tree lined road that led to the estate she was living on. It curved up and over the motorway, the overpass encased within a glossy, intricately patterned transluscent tube giving all motorists a grand view of the beach and crystal sea, the vast military compound on the horizon with its high, twisting spires and low domed hangars. Craft of various types cruised about above and around the large base's buildings. Floating islands hung in the air, vegetation hanging from their rocky undersides. She cruised along the covered overpass at a sedate 30mph, looking in wonder at her new surroundings, wondering how her other teammates were getting on in their own new homes. The overpass curved downwards, winding down gracefully to the far edge of the housing estate where the jungled mountainside protected it from most of the harshest weather the little moon had to offer. 
It was only a few blocks to get to Kieron.
''Finally!'' She sighed with relief and pressed on.

Their home, while small, was perfect; the main bulk of its stoney construction was creamy white with a black slate roof. Large bay windows hogged the walls to either side of the arched front door. The front yard was small, pretty with exotic flowers and easy to maintain. There was a pale grey stone driveway just big enough for an average sized car to get up. The black garage door was down and locked tight; no doubt Kieron had his own prize possession parked in there; a MKIII Wave Rider jet ski of Panzarian manufacture. Lemur pulled up just outside the garage door and cut the engine, resting the bike on its stand. She left it ticking cool to itself as she headed for the front door, pulling her gloves and helmet off. When she opened the door, a blast of cool air greeted her, taking her breath away. She un-zipped her jacket and dumped her helmet and gloves on the low table just inside, her jacket landing on the back of the large creamy chair when she walked into the living room.
''Kieron?'' She called hopefully. There was no reply. She frowned, ''I know you're here, I can [i]smell[/i] you!'' She added.
There came a low, luxurious chuckle from the kitchen behind her, the sound sending shivers down her back.
''An hour to travel from hangar fourteen? You get lost again?'' He smiled. His smile faded slightly when she turned around. ''Hrnnn....''
''I didn't get lost. I just took a little detour because my baby needed a good ride.'' She replied silkily.
Kieron's smile became sly, his eyes lingering on her chest for the briefest of moments as she leaned against the back of the chair, pushing her chest out.
''Don't I get a thorough ride?'' He asked.
''It depends,'' She said, trying desperately to ignore the fact that he only had a pair jogging bottoms on, ''Have you been a good boy whilst I was out?''
She sat down on the huge sofa opposite him, arm spread across the back of it, legs crossed. She gave him a stern look and waited patiently for his answer.
''I have. I was next door earlier, helping Lieutenant Mowny un-clog his pool's filter system. Is that good enough?'' 
Her lips curved into a smile as she curled an index finger, beckoning him towards her. He wordlessly complied and knelt down before her, parting her knees, looking up at her.
''You know I hate it when you wear those clothes.'' He said, finding the hem of her silver shirt with a finger.
''I know.'' She then sighed when his hand worked its way up her body to find a breast without hesitation.

''Next time, a little pre-warning? I nearly swallowed my damn tongue when I saw you come in.'' He squeezed hard, then rubbed gently, index finger flicking back and forth across her nipple.
He looked at the other, still teasingly hidden by the silver material. He leaned forward and licked it, ignoring the smooth, membrain thin fabric in the way. Lemur pushed her chest forward slightly as his other hand slid up inside the shirt.
''This material's pretty flexible, huh?'' He said absently, looking up at her as he rolled her breasts beneath the shirt.
Her eyes were hooded and she was chewing her bottom lip again. He smiled and pulled her shirt up, exposing her large breasts. He kissed his way up her body, nipping at her as she arched with a relieved sigh. His hands slid down to her legs as he moved upwards, licking and nipping gently at her breasts, pulling her torwards him. She slid down on the sofa, holding him against her as he licked and chewed his way across her collar bone, up her neck until her eventually claimed her lips. She moaned into his kiss; she could feel his erection through her trousers and she wriggled pathetically against him as she rubbed her tongue against his. He broke the kiss, albeit grudgingly.
''No distractions this time.'' He murmered, his nose pressed against hers, ''The phone's disconnected from the network, the comms're off and we're too far away from the others for effective mindspeak. If they want us, they'll have to come and get us.'' He kissed her again, his fingers prying her belt clasp and then her trousers loose. 
Grabbing the wasitband of her trousers, he tugged them down. Lemur lifted her backside off the couch a little to better accomodate him. He cast a look down and a deep growl rumbled in his throat.
''Red. Lace.'' He sighed wistfully. ''Dammit woman-'' He didn't get to finish what he was going to say because she kissed him again, pulling him towards her as one of his fingers wormed its way past the lacy barrier between her legs and into the juicy heat beneath. 
She moaned as another finger joined it, pumping in and out slowly and teasingly. He pulled away from her, his fingers leaving her. He licked them clean and purred. One by one, her boots were cast aside, followed by her trousers. Lemur watched expectantly as he leaned forward, licking at her folds; she gasped and reached down with both hands. She'd been waiting for this moment since they'd left Nuam. A year and a half without any decent alone time in deep space. It was torture made worse by the fact that they shared the same ship and saw each other every day. She rubbed his ears, fingertips scratching the flesh hidden by the thick snow leopard fluff. His thick, grey and white tail curled up as she played with them and she wrapped her own tail around his.
''Use your teeth, baby,'' She gasped, barely audible, ''Please-!''
She wasn't sure if he had heard her words. Then he rumbled against her and his teeth grazed her, making her writhe. Her eyelids fluttered shut, head tilted back and she came, gasping, little squeaks of undignified pleasure escaping her.

He lapped her juices up and sat upright, licking his lips, purring with a satisfied expression on his face. He looked up at her gripping the cushions of the sofa, sucking down lungfulls of cool air. He kissed her inner thigh, his whiskers tickling, teasing.
''Take that shirt off.'' He demanded.
''Make me.''
''No nookie, then.''
She looked down at him, weighed her options then tossed her shirt at his head. He pulled it from his face and tossed it away over his shoulder before pulling her thong down her legs to join it. He moved up her body, her hands sliding down his sides, thumbs hooking the waistband of his jogging bottoms. They slid down, dropping to his knees. She leaned forward and stroked his length lovingly, nibbling along his jawline, thoroughly enjoying herself as he pushed forward into her hand with a soft sigh. He kissed the top of her head.
''Later...'' He murmered, resisting the temptation to just let her continue her single-handed ministrations, infinately glad that she wasn't using any magic to enhance the feeling.
He took her gently by the shoulder and turned her around. She lay down across the sofa and stuck her rear up in the air. Her juices started to dribble down her thighs, a glob of the fluid stringing from her engorged clit. Putting his hands on her hips, he pushed slowly into her, relishing the heat, the tightness, the scent...
He moaned as she pushed back eagerly, engulfing his thickness within her. He started pumping away, fingers digging into the flesh around her hips, listening to her sighs, gasps and moans. It was bliss. He worked harder, pulling her into his thrusts, eventually leaning forward as he chased the beginnings of climax. Hands cupped her large breasts, his fingers dug in and he squeezed, snarling and fighting off an early orgasm as she moaned and came again, coating his groin in her nectar. He thrust harder and harder, Lemur urging him on and on between gasped breaths, whimpers and delicious sounding moans and groans. Her tail wrapped once again around his and she braced herself on one hand, reaching up and over her shoulder with the other to find the back of Kieron's head. She grabbed a fistful of his jet hair and pulled his head down until she could get her fingers behind an ear. She started scratching lightly behind an ear and his motions became jerky for a moment, harder and more needy. He moaned then growled, biting down on her shoulder, nails digging into her breasts enough to draw blood. She cried out, ears back; another orgasm washed through her and this time Kieron followed suit, unable to hold on for much longer. His seed filled her, seeping out around his cock to drool thickly down their thighs, mixing with Lemur's own cum.

She felt his weight on her back and pulled away slowly when he pulled the tips of his teeth from her shoulder. She twisted around and lay beneath him, looking into his dazed face, watching as he panted and slowly sank downwards. She rolled onto her side when he stretched out and let him pull her towards him, snuggling up and placing a slow, loving kiss on her lips. He gingerly ran a fingertip across the small puncture marks on her breasts and in her shoulder, visibly winced and flushed.
''Sorry,'' He murmered, feeling slightly ashamed of himself; it had been a while since he'd done anything like bite and claw a lover in the heat of passion so thoroughly, ''I didn't realise I'd-''
She pressed a finger to his lips and kissed him on the nose.
''I've had worse.'' She smiled.
He smiled coyly and kissed the bite mark, licking the blood away from it.